He Lan Tianxia

The Pavilion Master originally intended to send Octopus to invite Murong Junlan into Lihentian and then return Yan'er to him. However, after hearing from the Fireball guard that Octopus had been captured and abused, the Pavilion Master was furious. He thought, "I invited you in so politely, and you actually abused my vanguard Octopus! Since you're so heartless, don't blame me for being impolite." The Pavilion Master immediately ordered Fireball to rescue Octopus.

"What, you're too scared to go?" Seeing everyone standing there motionless, the Pavilion Master immediately guessed the reason. He knew those people were not easy to deal with; they had just caused trouble for Li Hentian. However, he also guessed that those people wouldn't dare to deal with the octopus, as they still needed it to get back in. Since that was the case, the Pavilion Master wasn't in a hurry to rescue the octopus. He decided to go check on Miss Yan'er instead.

He had just rescued his beloved, whom he had secretly loved for ten thousand years, from the water. Her clothes were soaked, so he changed her into his own and even asked the fireballs to help dry them. Judging by the time, they were probably almost dry. Sure enough, when he returned to the Pavilion of Parting Sorrows, Yan'er had already changed back into her own clothes. He was a little disappointed. He so wished that she would put his clothes back on, or at least wear them for a little longer.

When Yan'er saw him come in, she stood up, bowed, and thanked him a few times.

After summoning the Fireball, the Pavilion Master slowly removed the tiger and wolf mask from his face. This was the first time he had removed his mask since arriving in Lihentian. Yan'er stared at the handsome face, momentarily lost in thought. This was the second handsome face she had seen in this time and space besides Murong Junlan. She hadn't expected there to be so many handsome men in ancient times.

"Young master, you're so handsome, why are you wearing a mask?" Before the Pavilion Master could speak, Yan'er spoke first.

The Pavilion Master's face flushed red, but he was secretly delighted. This face was meant for her; he had waited ten thousand years, and finally, he had found it. However, what flustered him was that all the words he had prepared were forgotten after Yan'er's praise. When Yan'er looked at him again, he was so embarrassed he couldn't find a word, and he stood there, unsure where to put his hands. After thinking for a long time, he finally managed to utter a sentence;

Do you remember that tiger?

"Huh?" Yan'er blinked, looking at the other person with a blank expression.

"I'm going to eat that tiger that's going to eat you up," the Pavilion Master repeated.

"What tiger? I've never seen one." Yan'er shook her head. She thought for a while, then shook her head again.

The Pavilion Master thought bitterly, "It's been ten thousand years. People have probably reincarnated countless times. Who would still remember what happened back then?"

"Then, do you still remember that outhouse?" The Pavilion Master decided that after asking this question, he would give up and finally get the answer he had waited ten thousand years for. After asking, the Pavilion Master breathed a sigh of relief. At this moment, even he felt a little foolish. He smiled to himself, turned around, and was about to walk out of that house, out of the house that held ten thousand years of his emotions. Was he tired? No, he wasn't. Was it worth it? It seemed so. But from now on, he decided to leave Lihentian and begin his life of wandering the world again. Where would he go? He would leave it to fate. Why did a little bit of loneliness creep into his heart?

"Outhouse? What outhouse?" As expected, Yan'er's answer completely chilled the Pavilion Master's heart, making even the last bit of warmth in his heart lose its temperature.

"It's just..." The Pavilion Master didn't turn around, only feeling a cold tear slide down his cheek, sinking into his heart. He tried to calm his voice, attempting to sound relaxed as he said:

"Wait a moment, I'll have Octopus invite Prince Murong in." With that, the Pavilion Master flicked his sleeves and stepped out the door.

"Hey, wait a minute." Yan'er suddenly called out to the Pavilion Master, "I remember now, I may have seen you before."

Upon hearing this, the pavilion master was secretly delighted, but a sudden ripple of emotion flashed through his heart, and he stopped in his tracks.

"I had a dream the day before yesterday. In the dream, a tiger pounced on me. I think I was on a cliff. Then, then a little boy in a thatched hut killed the tiger. Then, then... I forgot." Yan'er tried hard to remember, but she just couldn't recall it. What she didn't know was that another tear slid down the Pavilion Master's cheek, a tear carrying a trace of warmth that slid down into his heart.

"Does that boy look like me?" The pavilion master turned his body around again.

Yan'er stared at him for a while, first nodding, then shaking her head, then nodding again, then... Her series of actions made the usually composed Pavilion Master's heart leap with alarm. Just as he was wondering what to do, a fireball guard hurriedly rolled over, whispered a few words in his ear, and he snapped out, "Protect Princess Yan'er," before quickly putting his mask back on and leaving.

"Princess?" His address, "Princess Yan'er," stunned Yan'er. She didn't chase after him; she was pondering whether this Pavilion Master was her lover in a past life or something. After all, she'd watched plenty of TikTok videos in the 21st century. Could all those messy past and present life stories really be true? Thinking about how handsome and dashing the Pavilion Master was, she smiled contentedly, thinking that this time travel might have been worthwhile.

The Pavilion Master returned without his previous shyness; beneath the tiger and wolf mask, he regained his former swift and decisive demeanor. He began instructing the fireballs to prepare for battle.

Hmm? Is he going to fight Prince Murong? Or the white-haired woman? Yan'er sat there, not daring to speak rashly. It wasn't that she was afraid of him, but she just didn't know who could have angered him so much. Since they were bound by a connection from past lives, she didn't want them to fight; she'd rather they become good friends. While she was lost in thought, the Pavilion Master ordered a table of steaming hot food to be set out. Looking at the various kinds of shrimp, crab, and fish offal, Yan'er's stomach rumbled loudly.

The Pavilion Master dismissed all the fireballs, removed his mask, and quietly ate a meal with Yan'er. The meal was slow and satisfying. Yan'er guessed that the Pavilion Master's heart was filled with the warmth of countless homes at that moment. Regardless of any past life's story, as a friend, sharing a meal with him wasn't excessive. After all, she was genuinely hungry, and Yan'er ate with relish. Unbeknownst to her, the Pavilion Master's doting eyes held a tender and loving affection.

The meal was like spring all year round, leaving a lingering aftertaste. Only the Pavilion Master knew that this meal might be the only one he and Princess Yan'er would ever have without any restraint. He dared not crave more. To have such a beautiful encounter with the person he secretly loved in this life was a blessing from heaven. He could say he had no regrets in this life!

This meal, which should have been finished in half an hour, took two hours because the Pavilion Master kept ordering Fireball to add more food. Only the Pavilion Master knew that there had been at least fifty bombings outside, but the people inside couldn't feel them.

In Yan'er's eyes, the Pavilion Master remained calm and composed throughout the entire event.