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Di Xuan Shang’s gaze lingered on the Winged Dragon for a long time, his brows slightly furrowed.
He noticed that Little Tangguo’s Winged Dragon seemed to have an incomplete soul!
“Son, mother’s stomach is very hungry. Quick, let me smell what you made today.”
“Mother, Brother made sour cabbage buns and meat buns today.”
“Wow, my little darling, is your nose like a dog’s?”
“Mother, you’re scolding me again!”
Little Mifan’s voice sounded a bit aggrieved, as if Feng Siyue often scolded her!
“When did I scold you? I was clearly complimenting you for being cute, okay?”
“Really?”
“Of course, when has mother ever lied to you?”
“Hehe, mother is the best!”
The people in the room twitched at the corners of their mouths. What kind of thought process did this mother and daughter have?
Soon, the somewhat lazy Feng Siyue entered the room slowly from outside, with Little Mifan following her.
The Winged Dragon’s already large eyes widened even more, as if it had seen a tigress. In a flash, it turned into a golden light and returned to Little Tangguo’s spiritual sea.
“Sister, your name is really effective!”
Little Tangguo hurriedly ran forward, placed the buns on a plate, and then took his sister’s hand to go outside.
“Uncle Lan, you can have the rest of the buns!”
Di Xuan Shang turned to look at the departing backs of the mother and her two children, his brows furrowing even more. They hadn’t noticed him just now?
Even Little Mifan, who had always been clingy with him since they met, hadn’t greeted him today.
It seemed like they were all distancing themselves from him!
“Wow, this is so delicious!”
Lan Yi, unaware of his master’s twisted emotions, took a bite of the bun. It was so delicious that he almost swallowed his tongue.
The sourness of the pickled vegetables was perfectly balanced, and the meat was not ordinary pork but something he had never tasted before—very tender. In his entire life, he had never eaten such delicious buns.
Just as he was about to reach for a second bun, he felt his master’s deadly gaze.
Lan Yi’s hand froze in mid-air, and he cautiously asked, “Master, do you want some too?”
In his heart, he silently complained: Yesterday, you said you wouldn’t eat these things, and now you’re giving me that look. Wahhh, master, are you scaring me?
“With so many buns, you might choke to death!” Di Xuan Shang said expressionlessly as he walked out. He paused briefly when passing by Feng Siyue’s room before returning to his own.
He closed his eyes and tried to meditate, but found that he couldn’t calm his mind. He picked up the small wooden carving he had been working on yesterday and continued to carve it.
However, before he could fully immerse himself, he heard a knock on the door.
“Is anyone inside? I am Lan Zewu from Beiyue, here to visit Miss Han Yue. Please forgive any disturbance!”
Hearing Lan Zewu’s voice, Di Xuan Shang’s aura rapidly dropped, and he coldly put down the carving knife.
The sound of the door opening came from the next room, and soon, Lan Zewu was let in.
“Uncle Lan, what do you want with my mother?” Little Mifan asked curiously, her voice quite enthusiastic.
Di Xuan Shang’s surrounding pressure dropped even more. A fickle girl!
Lan Zewu gently patted Little Mifan’s head and looked up at the woman standing under the eaves.
She was dressed in a light pink long dress, tall and graceful. Even with her face covered, her fresh and refined aura was hard to conceal.
With her face veiled, it made people want to lift her veil to see what kind of beauty lay beneath, to match her lazy and casual demeanor.
The sun in the yard was bright, and Feng Siyue, disliking the light, did not go out to greet him.
“Miss Han Yue, I am here… I am here to repay a favor!”
“Repay a favor?”
Feng Siyue looked at Lan Zewu with confusion, a scene from a TV drama where someone repays a favor by marrying the other flashed in her mind, but she quickly dismissed the thought.
“You mentioned the Guidao Secret Sect yesterday. Do you mean that the Guidao Secret Sect once did you a favor?”
Lan Zewu nodded. “Miss Han Yue is correct. When I was young, I was chased by enemies and later rescued by the Guidao Secret Sect. They took me in, healed my wounds, and safely sent me back to Beiyue. I will never forget this favor. Unfortunately, when the Guidao Secret Sect was destroyed five years ago, I was in seclusion. By the time I came out, it was already a done deal…”
At this point, Lan Zewu’s expression showed some self-blame. If he had come out of seclusion earlier, the Guidao Secret Sect might not have met such a fate.
Feng Siyue frowned and looked at him. “Outsiders say that the Guidao Secret Sect committed many evil deeds and was punished by the heavens. What do you think?”
“Absolutely not!” Lan Zewu’s expression became agitated. “I lived in the Guidao Secret Sect for over three months and knew their sect’s principles well. They were not the kind of people to commit evil deeds. The so-called incident of using an entire village to create living dead was a fabrication and false accusation!”
Feng Siyue looked up at Lan Zewu. “If you say it was a fabrication, do you have any evidence?”
Lan Zewu shook his head. “No, I have been investigating for years, but every time I find a lead, someone has already erased all traces. It’s impossible to find out who did it!”
Feng Siyue’s lowered eyes flashed with a hint of murderous intent. The Guidao Secret Sect was the lifelong work of her fifth master, and it contained his most talented disciples, all of whom died unnatural deaths. If her fifth master knew that his sect was destroyed and branded as an evil sect, he would be so angry that he might not even be able to maintain his ghostly form.
“Those who truly committed evil deeds must pay a heavy price!”
At that moment, Lan Zewu seemed to see a tangible murderous intent emanating from Feng Siyue. Her black hair floated in the wind without any breeze, and yet there was no spiritual energy fluctuation from her. It was as if everything had just been an illusion.
He nodded. “You are right. The Guidao Secret Sect cannot remain unjustly accused forever. One day, the truth will come to light!” He then looked at Little Tangguo beside him. “Yesterday, when I saw Little Tangguo holding the Cause and Effect Scissors, I knew that you must have a close relationship with the Guidao Secret Sect. Now that the sect has been destroyed, if Miss Han Yue wishes to revive it, I am willing to help!”
Feng Siyue raised her eyes and looked at Lan Zewu. Help her revive the sect?
After a moment of silence, she said, “Master Lan, why don’t you come in first? Let’s sit down and discuss this in detail.”
As soon as she finished speaking, she saw Lan Yi running over, pointing to a room on the other side, and enthusiastically saying, “Miss Han Yue, that side is the reception hall. You and Master Lan can talk there. I’ll go and make some tea for you right away.”
“Alright!” Feng Siyue nodded, realizing that it might not be appropriate to let Lan Zewu, a grown man, enter her private room.
Lan Yi felt relieved when Feng Siyue agreed. He had been terrified when he suddenly heard his master’s cold voice in his mind just now!