He Lan Tianxia

Chapter 273 Missing out is the only destination 2

"Your Highness, something strange has happened!" The old tree spirit rushed in, and when he saw the Pavilion Master being hung upside down by the Prince, he immediately fell silent in fright. However, because he was running too fast, he couldn't stop and was about to roll onto the Pavilion Master. It seemed inappropriate for the Pavilion Master to be hanging upside down, so the tree spirit turned to the side and bumped into Murong Junlan.

Hey, this big Buddha dared not linger there any longer. The old tree spirit, in a moment of quick thinking, rolled away from these two unapproachable big Buddhas. Little did he know that the blind monkey would crash into him from behind, knocking the old tree spirit back to Murong Junlan. The impact was not so bad, but it also knocked out the words the old tree spirit was saying. Fortunately, he was quick enough to grab the thin rope that was suspending the Pavilion Master.

The old tree spirit had just caught his breath when he heard the mischievous monkey say, "Your Highness, refine the elixir," and then a black, fuzzy body appeared and hung over.

"You damned bastard, did you think the prince's thin rope was for swinging on?" Just as the mischievous monkey hung on, the stone with the rope snapped with a crack. The monkey fell onto the old tree spirit, and the two of them fell onto the pavilion master.

The pavilion master was bound and unable to move, and his already broken body was even more suffocated by the pressure.

"Your Highness, the Snow Lotus has been reborn!" Jiang He rushed in to report.

"Yes, look." Afraid that Murong Junlan wouldn't believe her, Luo Xie brought one in.

"Take me to see it." Murong Junlan's eyes lit up. For him, nothing was more exciting than hearing the news of the Ice Lotus's rebirth, because the Pavilion Master said that to open that hole, the Ice Lotus had to be revived first.

Upon hearing this, the Pavilion Master suddenly felt a surge of strength, as if he could even smell the fragrance of the snow lotus.

Upon exiting the Lihentian Pavilion, Murong Junlan felt refreshed and invigorated. A fragrant aroma of flowers wafted towards him. Looking around, he saw that the Lihentian Lake, which had occasionally been dotted with a few snow lotus blossoms, was now lush with green leaves. One by one, snow lotus buds were rising gracefully from the water. All the decay and desolation seemed to have been brought back to life overnight by a spring breeze.

"Go, bring the Pavilion Master out," Murong Junlan excitedly ordered Jiang He.

"No need, Your Highness, thank you for your trouble." The Pavilion Master's voice came weakly.

Everyone turned their heads and almost burst out laughing. Murong Junlan also turned his face away and forcibly suppressed his laughter.

Then, the mischievous monkey hopped and skipped out, pulling the thin ropes binding the Pavilion Master and the old tree spirit one after the other.

"Weren't you supposed to be coughing up blood and about to die? How did you manage to walk out like this?" Murong Junlan looked at the Pavilion Master in surprise, finding it somewhat unbelievable.

The pavilion master shifted his feet, looked at himself again, and said, "I suddenly feel so relaxed all over." Looking at the lake of ice and snow lotuses that had come back to life, full of vitality, the pavilion master's face was as warm as a spring breeze, and he even forgot that Prince Murong had taken off his mask.

Everyone turned around and saw another handsome face that could rival that of Prince Murong. For a moment, they forgot to look away. Hong Xiuying was so captivated that her eyes were fixed on him.

"My dear husband, please forgive my utter inability to resist the allure of handsome men in this world. Just let me look for a little while, just a little while. I only want to look for a little while." Hong Xiuying prayed silently, but drool dripped unceremoniously from her mouth.

Murong Junlan sensed something was amiss and turned around to find everyone's eyes fixed on the Pavilion Master's face. Undeniably, that face was captivating, and a sudden surge of jealousy welled up within him. He yanked the thin rope binding the Pavilion Master back from afar and hurled it at Jiang He.

Jiang He was startled, but then he heard Murong Junlan whisper, "Go, retrieve the Pavilion Master's mask."