He Lan Tianxia

Seeing the Pavilion Master hide his Yan'er again, Murong Junlan was truly furious. This time, he didn't hold back and used the thin rope to strike the lake wildly. The fireballs in the lake were defeated by Murong Junlan and the white-haired woman and retreated back into the water. Thus, the water returned to its original calm.

Murong Junlan and the white-haired woman rushed towards the Lihentian Pavilion again, intending to enter from the mid-air as before, only to find that the entrance had been sealed off. This was too mysterious; how could such a large space be blocked off so suddenly? The two masters had truly met their match.

It was the dead of night, and with the disappearance of the fireball, the Lihentian Pavilion was suddenly plunged into darkness. Without their opponent, Murong Junlan and the white-haired woman stood silently before the pavilion, only the mischievous monkey making noise as it jumped and leaped about.

As for the Pavilion Master, he originally intended to have a fierce and exhilarating battle with Murong Junlan. However, when the fight reached a draw, he suddenly changed his mind. He wanted to give Murong Junlan a greater challenge, so he shut down all the mechanisms of the Xuanmo Cave, and the Lihentian Pavilion was now completely sealed off. The Pavilion Master thought that if Murong Junlan could break through the mystical mechanisms he had designed over tens of thousands of years, he would personally open the gates of the Lihentian Pavilion and return Princess Yan'er to him.

It was late at night when they returned to the Lihentian Pavilion. Princess Yan'er was still in the room he had arranged, quietly looking at a snow lotus bonsai in the room, as if she was thinking about it or admiring it. No one knew who she was thinking about.

Seeing the Pavilion Master enter, Yan'er rose and curtsied slightly, then looked at her snow lotus again. The Pavilion Master, observing her composed demeanor, couldn't contain himself any longer.

"Princess, don't you want to know how the battle is going?"

Yan'er turned around, smiled at the Pavilion Master, and replied, "Is there any need to ask?"

"What do you mean? Did the princess foresee this? I would like to hear the details." The Pavilion Master gestured for Princess Yan'er to sit down.

Yan'er smiled gently and began to speak: "The Pavilion Master is a clever man and wants to make things difficult for me. Since you are willing to listen to my nonsense, then I will make a fool of myself."

The Pavilion Master walked to the ice lotus bonsai. At this moment, the fireballs outside were faintly shining with a soft light, but they all wisely turned their backs, leaving only rare silhouettes. Yan'er admired the Pavilion Master's training ability, which had trained the fireballs to such a superb level. Although these fireballs had long since become sentient, it was clear that the Pavilion Master was indeed a cut above Murong Junlan.

“If the Pavilion Master had won, he would have rushed back to report the good news. If Prince Murong had won, the Pavilion Master wouldn’t be so calm and composed. So, seeing the Pavilion Master’s unperturbed demeanor, I dare to guess that you two fought to a draw. Pavilion Master, am I right?” Yan’er reached out and picked up a petal that had just fallen, her eyes once again looking out the window.

The Pavilion Master raised his eyes, and following Princess Yan'er's gaze, he felt a strange sense of "unspeakable sorrow, a heart filled with stars." He didn't need to guess to know who Princess Yan'er was thinking of at that moment. Suppressing the slight bitterness in his heart, he replied calmly, "What the princess says is very true. I admire you."

The painted hall, though only a stone's throw away, feels as deep as the sea.

Looking back, I can only read old books.

When will we join hands and enter Chang'an?

The pavilion master chanted softly to himself, not wanting to think too much, only wanting to quietly enjoy the moment and find a gentle warmth in it.

"If you're not sleepy, how about I take the princess to see a scenic spot?" the pavilion master asked, seemingly to himself.

"Okay." Yan'er didn't doubt that there were even more wonderful sights here, but she couldn't think of any more wonderful sights for the moment. In any case, she was destined to be sleepless tonight, and Prince Murong probably was too.