He Lan Tianxia

When the outside was bombed again, the Pavilion Master carefully handed Yan'er a wet handkerchief. The handkerchief was very beautiful, with two snow lotus flowers embroidered on its light blue surface. When she wiped her lips with it, she could taste a faint snow lotus flavor.

"You know those three people outside?" The Pavilion Master asked casually, as if chatting, and even peeled an orange and handed it to Yan'er.

"I'm not familiar with the other two, except for Prince Murong." Yan'er took the orange, put a piece in her mouth and tasted it.

"Prince Murong came to save you, the white-haired woman came to kill you, and that other woman hasn't even figured out her intentions yet." The sect leader said calmly, "It's clear that the white-haired woman's martial arts are no less than Prince Murong's. How did you manage to provoke so many enemies?"

"How was I supposed to know I'd made so many enemies?" Yan'er looked at the sect leader with a blank expression. She thought about it carefully. Along the way, it seemed the white-haired woman had been haunting them like a vengeful ghost, while the woman with the Twin Snow Swords had only recently appeared, and she seemed like an enemy as well, always looking for an opportunity to kill her. She had no idea whether this woman with the Twin Snow Swords was in cahoots with the white-haired woman.

“I have an idea. If Prince Murong cannot protect you, I would like to leave you in Lihentian Pavilion. What do you think?” The Pavilion Master spoke in a very soft voice so that Princess Yan’er would not think that he was going to force her to stay.

"This..." Yan'er was speechless for a moment. She knew that the Pavilion Master's intentions were good, but two words suddenly popped into her mind: confinement.

The Pavilion Master glanced at Yan'er, whose face was tense. He knew he had gone too far. Although he had made the decision out of concern, his words had made Yan'er as easily frightened as a bird startled by a bow, and a barrier had quietly been drawn between them. The Pavilion Master panicked and quickly explained, "I didn't mean to force you to stay. I was just worried that you might fall into someone's trap in the future."

Yan'er remained silent; her silence was more suffocating than any words could be spoken. The Pavilion Master stopped talking; he had already made his thoughts clear. If the other party didn't believe him, further explanation would be useless. He was, after all, a man of few words.

Just then, another fireball guard rushed in, looking extremely anxious. He whispered a few words in the Pavilion Master's ear and then left. The Pavilion Master remained calm and composed. What Yan'er didn't know was that the Pavilion Master's heart was in turmoil, but as a seasoned veteran of the martial world, he had to maintain his composure even after removing his mask.

With a loud boom, dust settled inside the Lihentian Pavilion. They had already exchanged blows before, so the Pavilion Master knew a tough battle was coming. He had given Prince Murong a chance before, but this time he decided not to give him any more. If he was capable, he could rescue Princess Yan'er himself; if he wasn't strong enough, he would leave his beloved in the Lihentian Pavilion.

With his mind made up, the Pavilion Master felt much more at ease. He filled two glasses of wine for himself and Princess Yan'er, then raised the glasses in front of him:

"Am I qualified to offer the princess a toast?"

Watching the wine cup sway in the water, Yan'er picked up her own cup and clinked it against the glass. The sound was crisp and clear. Yan'er smiled gently and said, "If the Pavilion Master doesn't mind, I would like to become sworn siblings with you. Brother, come, let me toast you!"

Yan'er thought to herself, she didn't know what her past life's connection with the Pavilion Master was, but in this life she only loved Prince Murong. But since they had a connection and couldn't be husband and wife, perhaps being family in this life would be the best ending.

The Pavilion Master was taken aback, then smiled faintly. Only he knew the depth of his sorrow and helplessness in that smile. "Ha, Big Brother. Alright, I'll call you Big Brother then. Being a big brother is better than nothing." The Pavilion Master raised his cup and downed it in one gulp. Why did his heart still feel so bitter? In truth, he had never intended to compete with Murong Junlan for his lover. He simply wanted Princess Yan'er to know the feelings he had kept hidden for ten thousand years. Nothing else, really nothing else. It was enough that she knew.

The Pavilion Master then poured two more cups and drank them in one gulp. He then threw away his mask and walked out of the Lihentian Pavilion. He had decided that he would have a decisive battle with Murong Junlan today.

Inside the Pavilion of Parting Sorrows, two rows of fireball guards re-entered the fray. These were elite fireball soldiers, hidden bodyguards lurking around the Pavilion Master. The fact that the Pavilion Master had summoned them to appear today meant something of immense importance was about to unfold. The fireball guards watched the Pavilion Master, now maskless, exude an overwhelming aura of dominance. Only he knew that he intended to use his handsome appearance and imposing presence to win back the admiring gaze and innocent smile of Xiao Yan'er, who had witnessed him kill the tiger in the outhouse.

In short, he didn't want to be her older brother; he just wanted to fight Murong Junlan, to have a huge, earth-shattering fight.