Yang Jian gazed calmly into the void.
He did not take action immediately.
Instead, he waited in place for a while.
Soon, two beams of light descended from the sky.
Two figures, each with a completely different aura yet equally stunning, appeared before Yang Jian.
One was a heroic young man dressed in a sea-blue long robe, with a calm and scholarly demeanor.
The other was an exquisite young lady clad in a simple white palace gown, her beauty transcendent and ethereal, like a Nine Heavens Fairy untarnished by Mortal World affairs.
"Second Brother!"
"Second Brother!"
The three siblings, reuniting here after hundreds of years apart.
Endless longing and excitement, at this moment, transformed into the simplest and most sincere of calls.
"Big Brother, Third Sister, you arrived just in time!"
Yang Jian exchanged a glance with Yang Jiao and Yang Chan, understanding each other's intent instantly.
"Let's tear down this wretched mountain together and rescue our mother!"
