So he made up a lie: "Father was wounded in a duel of magic, and is now in seclusion cultivating. I need to go take care of him."
Yang Xuan nodded heavily. "Mother, go ahead. I'll take sister back to the county."
Yang Si was married with children, already used to mortal life, not fit to stay on the mountain.
Zhao Yao froze for a moment and asked, "What about you?"
"I'll wait on the mountain for father and mother to return."
"Your father is seriously hurt; he might need many years to recover..."
"I'll wait all the same."
Yang Xuan fought back story tears and said, "I've got plenty of elder brothers on the mountain; I'm not afraid of having no one to look after me. And with my strength, I'm not worried about being bullied!"
"Take care, Xuan'er."
Zhao Yao gave up the idea of sending Yang Xuan down the mountain. With a Demon Saint protecting Qingyun Mountain, even the Daheng Empire would not dare cross the line.
"Sisi, I'll take you down!"
