Transcending the Nine Heavens

“What is it? Senior Sister, feel free to say anything!” Tie Butian expressed his gratitude to his senior sister and said cheerfully.

“I want to ask… what does this child’s father look like?” Yang Ruolan's voice trembled.

Tie Butian gently glanced at his sleeping son and smiled, “Senior Sister, is there any need to ask? This child’s appearance is almost exactly like his father’s!”

“Almost exactly?!” Yang Ruolan’s voice shook, and a thunderclap sounded in her heart: Could it be that I mistakenly identified the wrong person last time?

Her body shook, almost collapsing, startling Tie Butian.

Suddenly, a crazy thought popped into her mind: Could it be… that person… is my son? And this little guy who feels so familiar to me… is actually my grandson???

She knew that this was a bit far-fetched and unrealistic, too much speculation, but she couldn’t help but think, couldn’t help but deduce, and crave…

Yang Ruolan’s face turned red for a moment, but the next moment it would turn pale; the constant shifts made her heartbeat sound like a drum, and even Tie Butian could hear it clearly.

“Senior Sister, what’s wrong?” Tie Butian asked with concern.

Yang Ruolan was oblivious to the surroundings, suddenly hoarsely asking, “His last name is Chu?”

Tie Butian nodded in confusion, thinking that although this was a secret, didn’t you already know?

“Is he named Chu Yang?” Yang Ruolan pressed on.

“Yes,” Tie Butian answered.

“How old is he?” she inquired again.

“Should be eighteen… or nineteen?” Tie Butian replied uncertainly.

“You don’t know how old he is?” Yang Ruolan’s eyes widened.

“Hmm, I heard he’s an abandoned child… doesn’t know his origins…” Tie Butian answered thoughtfully.

Yang Ruolan let out a groan that she couldn’t quite identify, as if she had been struck by lightning, and a soft heart felt as if it had been suddenly pierced by a glowing steel needle!

She couldn’t help but see stars in front of her eyes.

Her body swayed for a while before she managed to steady herself, only to find that she had already shed tears unknowingly.

Abandoned child!

Doesn’t know his origins!

These two phrases struck Yang Ruolan painfully, as if her internal organs were being churned up, cramping, and hurting. The pain made her vision darken, nearly losing consciousness.

Her spirit seemed to drift as she vaguely heard her own voice asking, “He’s an abandoned child? Doesn’t know his origins? Doesn’t know his age?...”

“Hmm…” Tie Butian’s voice seemed to float in from the clouds: “He was adopted by his master from a young age; the empress Wu Qianqian is his senior sister. Hmm, regarding his past, I’m not very clear either.”

“Empress Wu Qianqian… his senior sister?” Yang Ruolan felt as though she had crossed mountains and rivers, drenched in sweat, utterly exhausted, and even managing to sit at the bedside took all her strength!

Adopted by his master from a young age…

Abandoned child…

Doesn’t know his origins…

This child looks exactly like his father, as if he was peeled right off his father’s face…

Yang Ruolan’s spirit wandered, her gaze vacant, only tears rolling down in large drops. Tie Butian called her several times, but she was completely unresponsive, lost in thought.

“His master?” Yang Ruolan finally remembered to ask this; it was undoubtedly an important clue! Yang Ruolan felt somewhat obsessive, instinctively believing this.

“What sect does his master belong to?”

“Sky Tower!”

“Who is his master? What’s their name?”

“I heard it’s Meng Chaoran! He is the youngest disciple of the Sky Tower’s current generation.” Yang Ruolan's questions became increasingly rapid, and Tie Butian answered just as quickly. Now, she also vaguely felt that something was off, feeling anxious and inexplicably uneasy, along with a vague intuition…

This vague intuition made Tie Butian’s face turn pale, then suddenly flush red, as she began to answer Yang Ruolan's questions with caution…