"No! There must be a way!"

Yang Jian stubbornly shook his head, looking at Chang'e's resigned look, he felt very sorry for her.

"I, Yang Jian, have always believed that my fate is determined by me and not by God. If I don't give the fairy freedom today, what's the use of my cultivation, Yang Jian!"

If I can split the peach mountain to save my mother, I can definitely split this restriction and give Chang'e freedom.

With that said, he started to chop at the restriction again.

Chang'e knew Yang Jian's temperament and didn't say anything more.

Just sitting on the threshold, looking at Yang Jian sweating profusely, I felt quite moved.

Yang Jian's determination was so strong that even nine oxen could not pull him away.

It's a pity that this restriction is not difficult to split, and the recovery is faster.

Yang Jian worked hard for most of the day, but his efforts were in vain.

"Is there nothing we can do?"

Yang Jian sat on the stone steps at the door and pondered.

Suddenly, a voice appeared in Yang Jian's ear.

Yang Jian's heart moved and he stared intently.

Not far away, a burly man was holding a giant ax and chopping down a big tree.

"This is?"

Yang Jian was confused and looked at Chang'e.
Chapter completed!