The Seven Princesses' Journey Across Time

Zhao Yuzhen's cheeks flushed lightly, and he looked a little embarrassed. He quickly waved his hands, trying to change the embarrassing topic, and asked anxiously, "Let's not talk about me for now. Where are you going, Junior Master?"

Upon hearing this, Mo Luyi shrugged her shoulders and replied casually, "I haven't decided where to go yet!" Just as the two were talking, suddenly a white carrier pigeon flapped its wings and fell from the sky, landing steadily on Zhao Yuzhen's broad shoulders.

Zhao Yuzhen reached out and gently removed the letter tied to the pigeon's leg. After unfolding it and quickly scanning it, his previously calm expression changed slightly. Mo Luyi, who was standing by, became curious and hurriedly stepped forward to ask, "What happened? Why do you look like that?"

Zhao Yuzhen frowned and replied solemnly, "We just received news from Xueyue City. They said they're demanding 800,000 taels of silver in compensation for the damage they caused to Dengtian Pavilion!"

Upon hearing this, Mo Luyi couldn't help but snort coldly, the corners of her mouth curling up slightly, revealing a scornful smile: "Humph! They really have a plan! It was clearly Li Hanyi who ripped open the Ascension Pavilion, and now they want to put the blame on us at Wangcheng Mountain. Even if we have a share, it's only 20% at most."

Mo Lvyi folded her arms across her chest, her beautiful eyes gleaming with undisguised disdain. She said coldly, "This is clearly extortion! Yuzhen, let's go and meet them together and see what kind of compensation these people want..." Before she finished her words, Mo Lvyi had already stepped forward, her figure graceful and her steps firm.

Zhao Yuzhen watched Mo Luyi's resolute expression, oblivious to the doting in his own eyes. He smiled, a smile as gentle and warm as a spring breeze, and quickly followed. The two walked side by side, like a pair of immortal lovers, drawing the attention of passersby.

Meanwhile, Sikong Changfeng, who was far away in Xueyue City, was looking at Xiao Se in front of him with a puzzled expression. He asked, "Xiao Se, you and Lei Wujie traveled all the way with that guy from Wangcheng Mountain! Why do you want him to take responsibility for everything this time?"

Xiao Se frowned slightly, a thoughtful look in his eyes, and he slowly said, "That person once told me that she had a way to help me recover."

As soon as the words fell, Sikong Changfeng's eyes widened instantly, and he jumped up from his seat with excitement, and asked anxiously: "Really? If so, isn't it a great thing! But why did you..."

Xiao Se sighed softly, looking off into the distance with a somewhat bewildered gaze. After a moment's silence, he replied, "Actually, I've been wondering who did it. Furthermore, I knew very little about her back then, so it's inevitable that I had some concerns."

However, he changed the subject and continued, "But no matter what, we have to face what we have to face. We have to go back to where we are, so we have to recover as soon as possible..."

Hearing this, Sikong Changfeng calmed down a little, but still had a worried look on his face. He continued to ask, "What if Zhao Yuzhen didn't tell her about this?"

Xiao Se raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a faint smile, and responded easily: "If she really doesn't know, then we can at least get the 800,000 taels of silver this time. No matter how you look at it, we won't suffer any loss." After that, he crossed his arms across his chest, looking confident.

When Mo Luyi and her group finally arrived at Xueyue City, they happened to catch the city's annual grand event, the Hundred Flowers Festival. The entire city was immersed in a lively and joyful atmosphere, with streets and alleys decorated with lights and colorful flowers, a breathtaking beauty.

Zhao Yuzhen stood at the city gate, gazing at the bustling scene before him, and could not help but exclaim heartfeltly, "This Snow Moon City truly is a wonderful place!" Everywhere he looked, he saw pavilions, towers, carved beams and painted buildings, bustling crowds, and a dazzling array of goods. This place boasted not only beautiful natural scenery but also a rich cultural atmosphere.

Mo Luyi smiled lightly and responded, "In the past, this place was indeed a very suitable place for seclusion. However, now, Xueyue City is no longer simple. It has gradually become a city entangled by power and desire." There was a hint of regret in her eyes.

Zhao Yuzhen asked curiously, "Are they holding a grand event tonight? Or is Snow Moon City always this lively?"

Mo Luyi thought for a moment and then replied, "If I'm not mistaken, tonight should be their annual Hundred Flowers Festival."

Zhao Yuzhen looked out and saw a dazzling array of flowers lining both sides of the road. Some were red like fire, some were white like snow, some were pink like clouds...a dazzling array of colors that was truly dazzling. He smiled and nodded in praise, "The gathering of so many beautiful flowers is truly refreshing and delightful. It truly lives up to the name 'Hundred Flowers Festival'."

Mo Luyi smiled slightly and said to Zhao Yuzhen, "Since you think it's beautiful, then you'd better take the time to appreciate it. Otherwise, you may not be able to see it again soon." After that, she sat down on the roof. Although Zhao Yuzhen didn't know what she meant, after a while, thinking of Li Hanyi's swordsmanship...

The two sat side by side on the rooftop, the breeze gently ruffling their hair and clothes. Looking out, they could see the beautiful scenery below.

Mo Luyi turned slightly sideways, pointed to a tea stall in the distance and said, "Look, the two people sitting over there drinking tea are Sikong Changfeng and Xie Xuan." Looking in the direction of her finger, they saw an elegant man in a white robe sitting opposite a scholar holding a scroll.

After staring for a moment, Zhao Yuzhen asked softly, "That man in white robe must be Sikong Changfeng, known as the 'Gun Immortal' in the martial arts world, right? And the elegant scholar next to him should be Xie Xuan, the 'Confucian Sword Immortal'?" Mo Luyi nodded slightly in agreement.

Then, Mo Luyi cast her gaze towards the top of Cangshan Mountain in the distance and said slowly, "Li Hanyi is on the Cangshan Mountain above." Upon hearing this, Zhao Yuzhen also looked at the towering mountain. He couldn't help but think of the past between him and Li Hanyi. Although they had only met twice, it seemed as if they had made some agreement at that time.

Mo Luyi looked at him with some emotion: "In fact, you couldn't leave the mountain at the beginning. If you really wanted to be together, it wouldn't be difficult. That is, Li Hanyi went to Wangcheng Mountain. It's just that she doesn't seem to believe in fate."