He Lan Tianxia

Murong Junlan snatched the broadsword from Jiang He's hand, pushed Jiang He back, and then leaped through the air. With a move called "Wild Sand Dance," he swept the broadsword around the edge of the trap, extinguishing the wildfire and sending up a plume of thick smoke.

"Your Highness, look!" Jiang He suddenly shouted.

Murong Junlan turned around and saw the trap visibly caved in, finally shrinking into a shredded ball and shattering. Without hesitation, Murong Junlan leaped forward and slashed at the shredded ball with his sword. The ball shrank even faster, and the moment the sword struck, it vanished. Murong Junlan jumped into the trap and disappeared without a trace.

Jiang He was holding a long stick in his hand. After thinking for a moment, he threw it away and quickly jumped in as well.

Ah. My eyes lit up—what a beautiful scene! A vast, white, icy lake, with snow-white lotuses swaying gracefully in the snow, their leaves reaching to the sky, a beauty like a dream. If it weren't for the clashing swords and shadows of the martial world behind me, this would definitely be a paradise on earth.

Murong Junlan shook his head vigorously. He was afraid that this was also a nightmare. He didn't have time to sink into a dream. He needed to find the white-haired woman and his Yan'er as soon as possible. Recently, the white-haired woman's strange and abnormal behavior, both real and illusory, made him even more unable to figure her out.

Murong Junlan picked up a snow lotus flower, crushed it, and smelled it. It was indeed the scent of a fresh flower.

"Jiang He, do you think this is real?" Murong Junlan had her first doubt.

"Your Highness, it doesn't seem to be a dream." Jiang He kicked the ice and snow under his feet hard, and a piece of ice was kicked into the snow lotus ice water and sank with a thud.

The master and servant had recently experienced many dreams, so they dared not be careless. They walked along the ice embankment, the snow lotus flowers in the icy water emitting a refreshing and pleasant fragrance, creating a sense of tranquility. Murong Junlan initially held his breath, but gradually relaxed, finding no discomfort. He then took two deep breaths, instantly feeling refreshed.

Suddenly, a mournful monkey cry came from the snow-capped mountains ahead.

"It's that mischievous monkey," Murong Junlan said, quickly moving forward. Then came the white-haired woman's maniacal laughter, followed by what sounded like the woman with the twin snow swords' shrill scream, and then nothing.

Where is Yan'er? Why can't I hear Yan'er calling out? It seems that only by hearing Yan'er's voice can Murong Junlan feel at ease knowing that Yan'er exists. In this unpredictable world, even a shrill cry can prove that a person exists.

Murong Junlan hurried forward without stopping, and Jiang He followed, barely daring to breathe. However, the two of them circled the entire Ice Lotus Lake without finding a trace of him. The voices were clearly on the other side, but when they ran over, they turned in another direction.

A feint? Murong Junlan suddenly seemed to have grasped something. Just then, the mournful cries came again from the snow-capped mountains ahead, wave after wave. Murong Junlan stopped, listened intently for a moment, then suddenly turned and ran in the opposite direction of the sound.

As the personal bodyguard, Jiang He had absolute trust in Prince Murong. Without asking any questions, he turned around and ran after the prince.

But when they reached the end of the road, the mournful cries stopped, and a faint sound began to echo from the other side.

Murong Junlan stopped moving. He stared at the swaying flowers in the icy lake for a long time, but couldn't discern anything unusual. Murong Junlan chose to remain still, even closing his eyes and listening intently to the direction from which the sound was coming.