He Lan Tianxia

Just then, a fireball hurriedly rolled in, patting the dazed pavilion master hard, reminding him that the sky was now covered by dark clouds. The pavilion master didn't look at the sky, but instead stared at the spot where a strand of hair had brushed against her. After a few seconds, her fiery eyes glared at the fireball like knives, scaring the fireball into scrambling away.

The Pavilion Master didn't look towards the skylight. Instead, he suddenly found courage, grabbed Princess Yan'er's hand, and with a wave of his hand, was about to open the skylight and fly up. But when he looked up, he saw Murong Junlan standing on the skylight. Murong Junlan hooked and pulled the thin rope in his hand towards the top of the skylight, and with a whoosh, the entire skylight was actually lifted up.

The Pavilion Master was taken aback. He didn't know how Murong Junlan could have figured out how to open and close the skylight in such a short time—a secret that had remained unknown to anyone for thousands of years since he moved in. The Pavilion Master was even more puzzled. Murong Junlan's martial arts skills hadn't been very impressive just a few days ago, so how could he have improved so rapidly in just three days? It seemed that Murong Junlan's knowledge and martial arts skills had increased considerably compared to ten thousand years ago.

However, Murong Junlan, who was above, saw the hand holding his beloved concubine's hand and was immediately enraged. "How dare you take advantage of my beloved concubine?" he thought. Without a word, Murong Junlan swung his rope and stormed in. The Pavilion Master, at this moment, also released Yan'er's hand and focused all his attention on dealing with Murong Junlan.

On one side, Murong Junlan danced wildly with his delicate rope, creating phantom images of silver circles; on the other side, the Pavilion Master wielded his ice and snow lotus, a dreamlike spectacle. The two rivals were locked in a fierce and evenly matched battle.

"Hey, please stop fighting." Yan'er suddenly didn't want them to fight anymore. Both of them were kind to her, and she would feel terrible if either of them got hurt. Couldn't you two just sit down and talk things out?

The two men paused for a moment upon hearing this, but quickly resumed their fight, both filled with jealousy. Ha, does winning or losing have anything to do with who I choose? I still think the winner has more weight in my eyes. In the end, no matter how much Yan'er called for a stop, the two jealous men still fought with all their might.

It finally stopped. Just as Yan'er was about to rest, a cold hand suddenly covered her mouth from behind, and there it was again, the unique scent of the Forget-Me-Not...

The two men, engrossed in their fight, noticed the absence of Yan'er's voice from below the skylight and simultaneously looked down. Hmm? Where is she? The two men stopped fighting and, as if by prior arrangement, jumped into the Lihentian Pavilion at the same time.

The fireballs were all frozen solid, and Yan'er had been kidnapped; it was undoubtedly the white-haired woman's doing. The two men exchanged a glance and simultaneously rushed towards the Lake of Parting Sorrows. This was the second time Yan'er had been kidnapped by the white-haired woman in the Land of Parting Sorrows, both times right under the noses of the two men—a blow to her pride.

This white-haired woman is no pushover. This time, instead of practicing water-walking on the lake or flying boats on the boat, she's suspended in the air practicing her soaring through the skies. Look, she's carrying Yan'er in one hand and running wildly through the air. From a distance, it looks like Yan'er has definitely used acupressure points on someone again. Alas, this person from the 21st century just doesn't have the proper defenses in martial arts.

Strangely, the two men who had just been fighting fiercely exchanged a glance, and then chased after the white-haired woman from the left and right.

Looking at the two men, the white-haired woman snorted and then suddenly gave a cold laugh. This madwoman! Before the two men could guess her intentions, she suddenly let go and threw Yan'er, whose pressure points she had sealed, straight into the lake. Then she also fell straight down. Did she forget that there was a fireball in the lake?

Ignoring her antics, the two men focused on saving the person. A bizarre scene unfolded: instead of falling into the lake, the two men hovered at opposite ends of a large disc, with the unconscious Yan'er standing upright in the middle.

"The Vortex Formation?" The Pavilion Master frowned. As far as he knew, this formation had been lost for a long time. How could she know about it? Who exactly was she? He turned to look at the white-haired woman who had fallen into the water but bounced back into the air. He didn't recognize her. The Pavilion Master quickly searched through the guards who had served Prince Murong ten thousand years ago, but he had no recollection of her. Of course, he had no recollection, because the white-haired woman was originally Murong Junlan's secret guard. Secret guards didn't know each other, and even when carrying out missions, they relied on showing their tokens, and their faces were always completely covered.

"Vortex Formation?" Murong Junlan murmured. He had seen this formation in the historical records of his Wenyuan Pavilion and knew how to break it.