Lan Tian walked over and took out a bracelet from his bag, "Extend your hand."
Mo Junhua grinned like a fool and stretched out his hand, watching Lan Tian put it on for him, and heard the girl’s words ringing in his ears, "Don’t die."
He won’t die; he must live well. He and the girl still have many things undone and a long way to go.
"Wait for ." The scene was so emotional that Mo Jun couldn’t help but ruffle Lan Tian’s hair and turn around.
Ji Feng looked at Lan Tian, his gaze fell on the bracelet on Mo Junhua’s wrist, a flicker in his eyes. Xiao Lan, is this marriage really just a matter of karma?
"I’m going too." Ji Feng suddenly spoke up, "I’m familiar with the terrain here."
Lan Tian outright ignored him, dragging him towards the car, "Be good, don’t make trouble, that’s not sothing for you to worry about, let’s go back together."
"You underestimate ." Ji Feng complained, "Whatever he can do, I can do too."
Lan Tian glanced at his skinny arms and legs, still sickly, going there would just be offering himself up.
"Not at all," Lan Tian frowned, sensing a tantrum coming and soothingly lowering her voice, "You and him are different; he is clay and you are jade, comparing jade to clay would be undervaluing it!"
Though unfair to Mo Junhua, Lan Tian had no choice, as she had to deal with the Little Demon King in both her past and present lives.
Just as Old Man Mo heard Lan Tian’s words, he twitched; how much his granddaughter dislikes her son-in-law, no wonder the old lady insisted on creating opportunities for them to cultivate affection; it would be difficult to develop at this rate.
When did the girl beco so familiar with the Ji Family’s boy? Before the trip to Shanghai, he could be sure that they had not t.
"Hurry up, I won’t wait for you if you dawdle; you might as well walk back."
Ji Feng reluctantly got into the car, the group heading towards the mansion on the mountainside.
The farther they went up the mountain, the richer the Spiritual Energy, as if soaking in a Spiritual Spring, the refreshing feeling made every pore open, Spiritual Energy desperately burrowing inside, the Mixed Elent Technique involuntarily circulating in the ridians, every breath filled with dense Spiritual Energy.
Every ti he visited, Old Man Mo felt that the air in Hidden Dragon Mountain was much fresher than elsewhere, especially for those who ca for the first ti.
On the way up the mountain, after several more checkpoints, Lan Tian and her group finally arrived at the gate of the Ji Mansion.
At the gate stood a group of people, led by three n, an old man and two middle-aged n, the old man appeared to be about the sa age as Mr. Mo, with many younger people following behind them, looking eagerly towards the road, their emotions surged as they saw the car approaching.
From the window, Old Man Mo saw these old tirs and a hint of surprise flashed through his eyes; usually, each of them would stay ho and not go out, why had they all co today?
Stroking his beard and pondering, he soon realized that these old tirs were waiting outside, likely to et the so-called expert.
Old Man Mo glanced at the girl, his lips twitching, a hint of mockery in his eyes. Expert... they might be disappointed.
As the car stopped, the old man hurriedly ran forward, peering into the car before the doors even opened, his anxious deanor was such that anyone unaware might think he was looking for his beloved girl!
Seeing that Mr. Mo was the first to get out of the car, he snorted unhappily, turned around with his hands behind his back, and walked back towards the crowd, craning his neck to look at the back of the car.
Following ca Ji Feng and Lan Tian who closed the car door, and then no one else got out. The driver drove the car away, leaving the eagerly waiting elders dumbfounded.
Why did no one else co down? Where is the master?
Stupidly watching the departing car, they only ca to their senses when Mr. Mo and his party approached.
"Old Man Mo, where is the master you invited? Why didn’t I see him?" The older man spoke in a hostile tone, puffing his beard and glaring. He blatantly ignored Lan Tian and Wu Hongfei.
"It couldn’t be that he has gone traveling around the world again," the old man snorted coldly, his eyes filled with disdain, "I am not like certain people who, for unspeakable purposes, engage in deceptive activities under the guise of a hidden master to fool everyone."
Previously, Mr. Ji’s illness had worsened, and Mr. Mo gave him pills claiming they were from a hidden master. Later when the Ji Family’s boy recovered, it was also said to be the work of the hidden master, even making a military order in front of Mr. Ji that he would bring the master over. This led the old man to co over early in the morning with a few disciples, only to find that the master was nowhere to be seen.
Mr. Mo glanced at the older man and pretended to be profound and inscrutable, shaking his head, "It cannot be said. When the ti cos, you will naturally know." Then he walked towards the mansion.
Lan Tian twitched her mouth, unaware that Mr. Mo loved to act so pretentiously in public.
The proud posture enraged the old man even further, feeling that he was being toyed with by Old Man Mo.
Two middle-aged n hurried over to smooth things over.
"Mr. Jiao, Mr. Jiao, don’t bother with him," the other two elders hurried to comfort him, "You’ve known him not just from today. He has offended many with his words. Coming from the countryside, he’s just unsophisticated and lacks depth, after so many years he’s still the sa. It’s not worth your anger." It was almost like saying Mr. Mo was an unsophisticated bumpkin.
"Let’s go, let’s go, let’s follow and see. When the master doesn’t show up, let’s see how he ends it." They coaxed Mr. Jiao into the mansion with a mix of cajoling and persuading.
As Lan Tian stepped through the mansion gates, her steps paused for a few seconds, and then she followed Mr. Mo and others discreetly, unleashing her Divine Sense to envelop the entire mansion. She detected no abnormalities, but the Spiritual Energy inside was denser than outside.
Could it be an illusion?
Lan Tian shook her head. It could not be an illusion; a Cultivator’s inspiration is always sharp. The mont she crossed the threshold, she felt a fluctuation of Spiritual Power. When she tried to sense it again, she couldn’t detect it, but Lan Tian was sure she had indeed sensed the fluctuation of Spiritual Power just now.
Why would there be a fluctuation of Spiritual Power in the Ji Mansion? Could there be a Cultivator inside? Or was the mansion set with an Array?
Lan Tian looked back towards the entrance.
"What’s wrong? Is there a problem?" Ji Feng, seeing Lan Tian stop, stopped as well and followed Lan Tian’s gaze towards the entrance, noticing Mr. Jiao and his group entering.
"Is there a problem with the mansion?" Ji Feng leaned in and asked in a low voice, looking around the mansion. Xiao Lan had also been here in his previous life and hadn’t ntioned any issues!
"No problem, who is that old man in the back?" Lan Tian denied any issue and naturally changed the subject. With the Little Demon King by her side, she decided to give up investigating further for now and followed Mr. Mo and the others. It was inconvenient during the dayti when people were coming and going; she would co back to check later at night.
Ji Feng glanced back a few more tis, surveyed the mansion again, and after a few seconds of contemplation, followed Lan Tian. A hint of doubt flashed in his mind, but there should be no problems with the mansion.
The mansion at Hidden Dragon Mountain is a quadrangle passed down from ancestors, with several hundred years of history, similar in layout to Mr. Mo’s. With ornately carved beams and painted buildings, pavilions, artificial hills, and gardens, little bridges over flowing waters, it was extrely beautiful.
Turning around a corridor, they reached the main hall. Mr. Mo, being a frequent visitor here, knew the way well. Lan Tian and the rest followed him.
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