Yang Jiao and Yang Jian both looked solemn, the air pressure inside the grand hall instantly dropped, filled with a somber and oppressive atmosphere.
Seeing the sorrowful look on Yang Jiao's face, Bai Jin also felt a twinge of compassion. The bond between master and disciple spanning a billion years was akin to that of father and son.
"In truth, there is still a way," Bai Jin hesitated before speaking.
Everyone instantly perked up, raising their heads to look towards Bai Jin.
Yang Jiao and Yang Jian suddenly stood up, looking at Bai Jin in disbelief. A glimmer of hope surged through their hearts of despair, and they quickly bowed in respect, excitedly saying, "Master, please save our mother."
The Jade Emperor also became serious immediately and spoke earnestly, "Bai Jin, are your words true? Do not give them false hopes."
Bai Jin picked up his wine glass and took a sip, helplessly saying, "I'm not sure whether I should tell you all this."
