"Meng'er, we're going home!"
His words made the blue-robed woman, Ji Wumeng, tremble. However, there was something in her eyes. She did not respond immediately.
He seemed to sense the latter's worries, walked toward Jian Nantian, and held her hands. "I knew it, your responsibility, from your master. Don't worry, I'll take it for you. If I fail, there's still Shuang'er. He's a tough boy now."
Ji Wumeng froze and then smiled.
"I see."
Ji Wumeng responded and walked side by side with Jian Nantian toward the door.
Jian Nantian had released her from the cuffs.
Outside the Heaven-ceasing Mountain, numerous experts were waiting for a result.
Soon, two figures emerged from Soul-crushing Pagoda. They held each other's hands and walked side by side as if they had walked out from a fairy tale.
"Is that Jian Nantian's wife, Jian Wushuang's mother?"