The low magnetic voice and a light and calm tone, these advantages she had admired and obsessed with the most before, were like a sharp blade, cutting her already exhausted heart into blood.

"Beter than me," she paused and continued to ask unwillingly: "More important than the future of Canye Pavilion?"

Xingye looked at her quietly with his eyes down, without answering.

However, Lan Yi had already got the answer. The light in her eyes completely dissipated. She slowly closed her eyes, and a drop of crystal rolled down from the corners of her eyes.

There was silence in the room. After a moment, Xingye slowly stood up and walked out.

"A grand funeral is buried with ten Yuanying people from the four major sects."

"Yes." Bai Lu Jingzhe responded in unison, raised his eyes and watched him leave.

However, one day, Fu Yue, who was still searching for Yun Li and the other two near Nanling City, received an urgent message. The Lord of Canye Pavilion and the three killers all took action, and the formation was in danger.

The Nascent Soul monks who returned to Qinghe Valley from Nanling were intercepted and killed by them, with heavy casualties. Among them, four people died in Taiyi Sect, three people each in Tianxin Pavilion, Phantom Palace, and Four Seasons Valley, and more than half of the other sects were injured or killed.

Fu Yue and others took a breath of cold air, leaving Fu Shu, and the two true lords Bu Yuan, led a group of Jindan Foundation-building disciples to search for the traces of Yunli and the others, and the others immediately returned to Qinghe Valley.

In Nanling City.

"Ayan, we are going back to the sect, open the door quickly."

An Ran looked at the closed inner room, a little worried. She had never come out since she said she wanted to calm down that day.

During this period, An Ran tried to call her, but she never responded. She thought it was the same this time, but she didn't want to, so the ban was soon opened.

Duoduo rushed in like a whirlwind, complaining in sobs: "Sister, you ignore me."

After a moment of silence, An Ran also rushed in. He saw Mu Yan's face was haggard and his voice was mute to comfort Duoduo, "It's my sister that's wrong, my sister is just thinking about things."

After saying that, he raised his head again and said to An Ran: "Sorry, I've made you worried."

"What's wrong with you?" An Ran still didn't understand why she locked herself in the house and made herself look like this.

As he spoke, his eyes swept across the house and was immediately attracted by the three paintings on the table. He swept the floor and threw the paper all over the floor, all of which were drawn.

An Ran bent down and picked up a few pictures, looked at the three paintings on the table, and said in surprise: "Are you calculating what she looked like when she was a child?"
Chapter completed!