She hit the nail on the head with what was on Langya's mind, and he couldn't help but change his complexion. The feelings he and all other members of the Hidden Stream had towards this base of operations were just as complex: they both hated being bound here for eternity and were filled with admiration and gratitude for the Ba Snake Mountain Range. This was a sentiment engraved deep within his Divine Soul, impossible to erase or wipe away. It was like a mother and son whose affections for each other weren't great—the son would find the mother constantly nagging and controlling, desperately wanting to live independently, but would still come to her defense if anyone dared to speak ill of her—there would be no discussion, only fists.
