He Lan Tianxia

Murong Junlan's expression froze, revealing a look of utter disgust. Xiong Bao interpreted this as the prince disliking the bear milk he had brought, thinking it wasn't fresh enough. Xiong Bao panicked and quickly explained:

"Master, the bear milk is fresh. I wrapped it in ice and snow the whole way, and I even found a place to heat it up with a fire just now."

"Get lost." Murong Junlan said irritably. It turned out that this guy refused to hug her because he was holding bear milk. Murong Junlan's anger vanished instantly. But Xiong Bao was full of energy. He reached into his pocket with his other hand and revealed another small wooden bucket.

"Master, this is for my sister-in-law. Where is she? I don't think I've seen her."

"She... went out." Murong Junlan stopped speaking quickly. He didn't want to tell Xiong Baoyan that she was trapped because Xiong Baoyan didn't have many skills. Knowing would only cause her more worry and she wouldn't be able to help. So it was better to keep it a secret than to find out.

"Where did she go?" Xiong Bao asked without any idea.

"She went to find some snow lotuses. All the snow lotuses had withered, so she went out to find some fresh, vibrant ones. Xiong Bao, if you're alright, you should go back to the Snow Region." Murong Junlan made up a random excuse, and Xiong Bao actually believed it.

"Alright then, Your Highness, remember to give this bear milk to my sister, she loves it in the Snow Region." Xiong Bao earnestly instructed, as if he were Murong Junlan's older brother.

"Alright, I'll remember that. Jiang He, you and Luo Xie escort Xiong Bao back to the Snow Region."

"Understood, Your Highness." Jiang He understood the prince's good intentions. He gestured to Murong Junlan and urged Xiong Bao to return. Xiong Bao found the snow lotus flowers here very beautiful and wanted to stay a little longer. He whispered his suggestion to Jiang He, but Jiang He immediately refused.

Urged on by everyone, Xiong Bao finally reluctantly boarded the carriage he had come in, and was led back by Jiang He and Luo Xie in the Red Hare carriage, because it was not a good time for Xiong Bao to start anything here.

"Sect Master, the ice lotus flowers have all bloomed, so why can't the cave door be opened?" Murong Junlan shouted the password at the cave entrance for a while, but the cave door still didn't respond at all. His eyes once again turned sharply to the Sect Master, and he doubted the credibility of the password given by the Sect Master.

"Your Highness, there's nothing I can do if the stone cave door won't open. The password is correct. As for why it can't be opened, I don't know. Is it because the concentration of the ice lotus is insufficient, or is there some other reason? I also don't know if that white-haired woman has sabotaged it." The Pavilion Master spoke in a very calm tone, not at all like someone who was just talking.

"Abbot Hong, you and the monks go and move all the large blocks of ice that Xiong Bao brought in, and open up all the ice and snow that haven't been opened yet as soon as possible."

"Yes, Your Highness." Hong Xiuying led the monks out.

"What other options do you think there are?" Murong Junlan asked the Pavilion Master.

"Not at the moment," the Pavilion Master replied without hesitation.

"Do you know how deep the cave is?" Murong Junlan tapped the stone next to the cave with his hand. The sound was deep, proving that it was not empty inside.

"It's very deep inside. Last time, I used this shortcut to get the Crimson Spirit Spring water." The Pavilion Master didn't want to keep it a secret from Murong Junlan; perhaps if Murong Junlan knew more about the situation, he could come up with a better plan.

"I want to blow it up," Murong Junlan said, stating his idea directly.

"Absolutely not!" The sect leader was now anxious. "Although it is a very long and deep cave, it would be very dangerous if the people inside stayed right next to the cave entrance."

"If we can't use explosives, do we have any other good ideas?" Murong Junlan couldn't think of any good ideas for a moment. "Since the soft approach doesn't work, we can only rely on the hard approach."

The Pavilion Master frowned deeply. He would never agree to such a harmful and uncertain approach unless absolutely necessary.

"I'll give you half a cup of tea's time. If you still can't open it, don't blame me for getting rough."