He Lan Tianxia

Chapter 272 Missing out is the only way out

"How can you bring your Ice Lotus Lake back to life?" After a long silence between the two men, Murong Junlan couldn't help but ask.

"I don't know," the pavilion master replied bluntly.

What do you mean? If you don't know, how would I know? Murong Junlan glanced at the Pavilion Master a few more times, feeling that he didn't seem to be lying. However, Murong Junlan still couldn't help but say, "I shouldn't have saved you in the first place. If you had been captured by the white-haired woman, things wouldn't be like this now."

"You're right. I underestimated this woman's abilities." The Pavilion Master actually regretted it. "If I had been more careful, she wouldn't have closed my only escape route."

"What did you say?" Murong Junlan thought he had misheard. "You mean you didn't close the door to this cave, but the white-haired woman did?"

"Correct."

“‘Then all the flute playing I did for you, all the internal energy I lost, and all the poison pills I took… was all just self-inflicted trouble?’ Murong Junlan felt like killing someone.”

"At least you stabilized my internal energy, and you saw my unparalleled beauty that I've concealed for ten thousand years. It's worth it." The Pavilion Master's lips curled up slightly, without any ulterior motive, but in Murong Junlan's eyes it seemed like a provocation.

Once again, the prince misinterpreted the situation and, in a fit of rage, struck the pavilion master on the shoulder with a flick of his wrist. The pavilion master coughed up a mouthful of blood, but instead of being angry, he teased, "Your Highness, if you punch me again, I'll have to transfer my inner energy to you."

Upon hearing this, Murong Junlan clenched his fist again and threw another punch. The Pavilion Master regretted it, but the fist was already upon him. He estimated that the prince's punch would at least draw blood twice. Resigned, he closed his eyes and endured the prince's overwhelming rage.

Huh? Why don't I feel anything? The Pavilion Master opened his eyes and a gust of wind rushed towards him, making his face go numb. The Prince's huge fist stopped right on the tip of his nose.

"Where is my beloved concubine?" the prince's voice whispered in my ear.

"As I said, it's in another time and space," the Pavilion Master said earnestly.

"What nonsense are you spouting? How are we supposed to get in?" Murong Junlan said impatiently.

"Password: Snow Lotus".

"Ice Lotus, Ice Lotus, Ice Lotus..." Murong Junlan called out several times but there was no response. He turned to look at the Pavilion Master, "Why isn't it opening?"

"If it were that easy to open the door by shouting a few times, I would have gone in long ago. Why would it take you, Your Highness, to shout it yourself?" The Pavilion Master tried to stand up, but Prince Murong pushed him down with his hand.

"Lie down and shout, shout until the cave door opens and I'll let you go."

"Hmph, Your Highness, don't even talk about letting me go, I wouldn't beg you to death even if you told me to," the Pavilion Master truthfully reported.

"Isn't this hole yours?" The pavilion master nodded, and the prince continued, "Since it's yours, you must have a way to open it."

"Your Highness, I want to open this door as soon as possible, more than anyone else. What you don't know is that the white-haired woman destroyed the mechanism as soon as she came in, and then took the princess inside. Now the password is useless, and the ice lotus has withered. The mechanism that can only be opened with the spiritual energy of the ice lotus is now like a rusty lock. No matter how much we knock or shout, there is no response."

"Then what should we do?" Murong Junlan asked anxiously.

"I estimate that to open the cave entrance, the snow lotus must first be allowed to regrow."

"This must be a very difficult thing." Murong Junlan glanced at the Pavilion Master and asked another unnecessary question.

"It's good that you know." The Pavilion Master sighed softly.

"So, all the tunes I played were for you alone?" Murong Junlan finally voiced the question that had been weighing on his mind.

"Hmm, the music is quite good, and the performance is very emotional. If I were Princess Yan'er, I would be moved to tears and offer myself to her." Although the Pavilion Master spoke with a blank expression, his face seemed to be beaming with joy.

Murong Junlan's face remained icy and tense. Suddenly, he flicked the thin rope in his hand, wrapping it tightly around the Pavilion Master's waist. With a strong pull, the Pavilion Master was suspended upright. Murong Junlan had given the order.

"It seems that this approach is more suitable for the Pavilion Master."

Before the pavilion master could even regain his footing, his body suddenly spun around, landing headfirst and feet in the air.