Ying Niang knelt on the ground, her body trembling slightly, unable to untangle the knot in her heart over the years.
Han Litong still stood coldly in place for a long ti before finally walking past Ying Niang and heading outside.
Han Qingjue arrived at the front hall and encountered a group of people who barged in.
"After years of not seeing each other, you all have sohow beco bold enough to barge directly into my Beihan Palace?" Han Qingjue sat down in the elevated seat in the front hall, looking down at She and the others.
Lian Xichen took a step forward, cupped his hands, and said, "I am Lian Xichen, Pavilion Master of the Prayer Pavilion, here to see the Palace Master of Beihan Palace on an important matter. I just sent a note outside, perhaps you haven’t had the chance to see it yet?"
Beihan Palace is located in the Polar Ice Field, usually very few co to visit, and even if they do, they send a visiting card several days ahead. He sent the note and ca right in, how... polite of him!
However...
Han Qingjue raised an eyebrow lightly, "Prayer Pavilion? How co this Palace Master has never heard of it? And what is this Prayer Pavilion? Are even small factions from anywhere this presumptuous now?"
"Jue’er, do not be rude!" Before Lian Xichen could respond, Han Litong already ca over, her gaze first falling on Lian Xichen at the front,
"Chen’er, it’s been a long ti."
Han Qingjue knew about Fengxi adopting Lian Xichen as his foster son back in the day. When Fengxi was about to die, he specifically sent a ssage to Yun Zidu to take Xichen away, and she had t Lian Xichen a couple of tis as well.
But that connection was anything but joyful.
She still rembered the venomous look Lian Xichen gave her when Fengxi died.
She, soone who should not have lived, had implicated and caused the death of the most important person.
Even if Lian Xichen hated her, it was only rightful.
She indeed was not qualified, unworthy of Brother Fengxi’s love.
She stood behind Lian Xichen and Lan Ling, both of them tall enough to block her.
So Han Litong, for the mont, did not see She.
But she still looked towards the position where She was.
She was bowing her head.
With a distance of five to six ters and Lian Xichen blocking, she couldn’t see She’s appearance clearly.
Lian Xichen was not in the mood for pleasantries with Han Litong; they were hardly old acquaintances. He had no control over his foster father’s choices, and despite all of his aggrievances from those past grudges, he couldn’t change a thing.
"I am here today to ask the Palace Master of Beihan Palace for soone; I hope you two will give this face." Lian Xichen spoke directly, "Please hand over Yun Feng."
Han Litong’s delicate eyebrows furrowed slightly as she turned to Han Qingjue, puzzled, "Jue’er, what does Chen’er an? Yun Feng... Yun Feng ca to Beihan Palace back then to treat Yun Peng’s injuries, didn’t he leave afterwards?"
"He indeed ca to Beihan Palace, but after Yun Peng recovered and returned to Spirit Fla Sect, he left with him." Han Qingjue looked at Lian Xichen, his voice cold, "I do not know where he went; considering you are Uncle Fengxi’s foster son, I am letting it go today, but you’d better not push your luck. My Beihan Palace cannot be a place you co and go as you please!"
"Han Qingjue, after all these years, you are still as shaless as ever!" This ti it wasn’t Lan Ling who spoke, but She behind Lian Xichen.
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