He Lan Tianxia

The door to the Lihentian Pavilion was quickly blocked with three large stone slabs. Having followed the Pavilion Master for so long, it had never blocked even one door, let alone three. The octopus stood there alone, wondering what the Pavilion Master meant by blocking the door. However, it made a bold guess that the Pavilion Master would not kick it out for the time being, since the main door was blocked.

Then the octopus made a bold guess. It estimated that the Pavilion Master had already sensed Xiao Lingqi's spiritual energy, because the Pavilion Master's gaze was now fixed on Xiao Lingqi, and he was momentarily distracted. The eyes behind the tiger and wolf mask shone with a blazing light, a rare moment of distraction under the Pavilion Master's stern gaze.

Just as the octopus was about to catch its breath, the sect leader spoke: "You may all step back."

What? The octopus thought it had misheard. The Pavilion Master didn't punish it immediately, but instead ordered everyone to step back. Heh, it seems the Pavilion Master really did sense the spiritual energy in Little Spirit Qi.

The octopus was overjoyed and stepped forward, ready to claim credit, when the Pavilion Master's two sharp gazes shot over without any politeness. Those sharp gazes clearly conveyed one word: Get lost!

The octopus noticed that almost all the fireballs on both sides had retreated into the inner cave, even the talking guard fireball who was the lord's personal bodyguard had slipped inside. At this moment, it clearly felt a chill coming from behind. It smelled a cold and dangerous aura. All eight of its legs went weak at the same time and collapsed to the ground with a thud. It tried to get up several times but couldn't get up properly. In the end, it could only lower its bald head and roll its whole body awkwardly into the inner cave.

In an instant, the pavilion fell silent, so quiet that one could hear each other's breathing. Only the pavilion master, standing, and the little spirit Yan'er, lying on the ground, remained in the Lihentian Pavilion.

The Pavilion Master stared intently at the little spirit Yan'er, then suddenly sighed softly, muttering to himself, "I've been hiding from you for ten thousand years, even hiding in the Heaven of Separation and Sorrow. What more do you want from me?" As he spoke, the Pavilion Master tilted his head back, his eyes welling up with tears, a mixture of emotions swirling within him. "Tell me, what do you want from me? What do you want from me to let me go? Did I owe you in my past life, or did you owe me? Let me tell you, I'm human too, I have feelings too." With that, the Pavilion Master burst into tears.

After crying for a while, he suddenly turned his back and said decisively, "Go. Go before I change my mind, before my heart softens."

Little Lingqi Yan'er lay on the ground, still fast asleep. She hadn't woken up since the octopus had acupunctured her. At this moment, she was having a terrible dream. In the dream, there was no Murong Junlan, only a fierce tiger pouncing on her. There was no one around; it was a desolate wilderness. She couldn't remember how she got there. In a daze, she seemed to see a beautiful mountain lily. Oh, she remembered! She wanted to pick that vibrant mountain lily, and then—no, a small green snake—became coiled around a small branch next to the lily. Just as her hand touched the flower, the snake pounced. Terrified, she slipped and tumbled down. Then, a tiger appeared! Where was Prince Murong? The tiger had already pounced! Where was Prince Murong? "Your Highness..." she cried out, her mouth agape, but there was no answer. She cried again, only the fierce howling of the mountain wind filling her with despair and a sense of hopelessness. In her most desperate moment, she remembered grabbing a vine—yes, a green vine—her last lifeline as she fell. But then, a deafening tiger's roar shattered that last straw. No, she refused to accept it. She glared at the tiger and vowed, "In my next life, I will recognize it again and kill it with my own hands to avenge myself..."