The breeze blew, bringing a hint of coolness, as if it was heralding the coming storm.
Huan Jingyuan was full of worries and stood here and wandered for a long time. The bluestone slab under his feet was slashing slightly by him.
His brows were frowning, and a hint of anxiety and uneasiness appeared in his eyes. Finally, he gritted his teeth, looked up at the towering Xiyang Palace, and murmured in a low voice: "Xiao Ran, I have something to see, it's convenient..."
Before he finished speaking, the gate of Xiyang Palace gently pushed open and made a long creaking sound.
Weisheng Mo Ran walked out of the door, and her figure looked particularly cold under the sunset. She stood in the wind, her long gauze skirt swung in the wind, like a lotus swaying in the wind, floating like fairy and cold like snow.
Her eyes were as calm as water, but with a hint of elusive depth.
"Tell me directly." Weisheng Mo Ran paused, his voice cold and firm, "I know you want to talk about the barrier."
Huan Jingyuan didn't expect her to be so direct, and she was caught off guard for a moment. He was stunned for a moment, then lowered his head, frowned even more. He thought for a while before sighing helplessly, saying, "It's true that it's a barrier. It's more troublesome now. I really can't clear the traces you left."
Weisheng Mo Ran raised her eyes gently, her eyes were like ice, and said lightly: "It was not something you could remove. It is normal for you to not remove it. Not to mention three years, it is the same as a hundred years."
"Uh..." Huan Jingyuan was speechless for a moment, and his thoughts became even more confused. He didn't know where to start what he had prepared.
Weisheng Mo Ran's eyes were still calm, as if he had already seen through his thoughts. She turned her head slightly and asked, "Did Si Shenyang put pressure on you again?"
Huan Jingyuan could only nod, with a hint of helplessness and fatigue in his expression: "Indeed, he valued this matter beyond imagination. It was just a transformation barrier, and I couldn't figure it out."
A hint of coldness flashed in Weisheng Mo Ran's eyes, and his tone was still calm: "You know very well in your heart that it is not a transformation barrier, but a turbulence in the super cosmic ray source, or even the barrier of the God's Tomb."
Huan Jingyuan's face changed slightly, and a trace of struggle flashed in his eyes. He murmured in a low voice: "Uh... I said that's it, but what's the purpose? This seems to be wrong. You said that we Taiyu finally took down the God's Tomb and destroyed everything here again. It sounds strange..."
Before he could finish his words, Weisheng Mo Ran interrupted him: "Are you coming to me to find a reason for this destructive act?"
"No." Huan Jingyuan gritted her teeth, with a hint of depressed anger and helplessness in her voice.
His fists were clenched, his knuckles turned white, and he was obviously very entangled. He took a deep breath, tried to calm down his emotions, and whispered: "I want to ask you, what do you want to do in this year? I can't hold on for too long, and a year is the limit. When everything is revealed, Shaoqing will still know the truth and will definitely force you to cultivate the barrier."
Weisheng Mo Ran's eyes were still calm, as if she had already seen through everything. She glanced at him faintly, with a hint of unquestionable firmness in her tone: "He forced me, why should I listen to him?"
Huan Jingyuan's face became even more ugly. He whispered: "Zi Zhen's combat power is indeed good, but he can't fight against the entire Tianyu Temple, right? Master Shaoqing held the Line Source Plank Road in his hand, and his support was endless, and your constraints were really great! This God's Tomb is full of your bonds and people..."
Weisheng Mo Ran's eyes moved slightly, as if touching his words. She sighed softly, with a hint of gratitude in her tone: "Mr. Jie Cheng, thank you very much for helping me. We only have time in the past two years. The situation is much better now than it was at that time. Thank you again."
Huan Jingyuan's face eased a little, and he lowered his head, with a hint of helplessness and guilt in his voice: "This, this is what I should do."
Weisheng Mo Ran's eyes were still calm, and she continued: "As for what happened next, we can no longer bother you, nor can we affect your future and destiny. So please protect yourself as soon as possible and find a way to get out of the vortex. You can stay as far as you can, and leave the responsibility aside."
"How can this work..." Huan Jingyuan shook his head.
Weisheng Mo Ran's tone was still calm: "This is the only way you deserve your mother-in-law, and it is also a way I don't have to feel guilty about her."
The mother-in-law she mentioned was naturally Huan Jingyuan’s mother and Huanque’s mother-in-law.
Huan Jingyuan's face changed slightly, and a trace of complex emotions flashed in his eyes. He murmured in a low voice: "Xiao Ran, I am not..."
Weisheng Mo Ran gently raised his hand and interrupted him: "You have done a good job. The subsequent things are beyond your and my abilities. Don't be a mantislap. The time you have acquired has played a role. In the future, it depends on the game between stronger people. How far you are for the time being and how far you go first."
"The mantis arm is in a chariot..." Huan Jingyuan felt a little uncomfortable when she heard this, but he couldn't refute it. To him, Si Shenyang really should not disobey it.
He was silent for a moment, and finally he could nod helplessly and whisper: "Since that's the case, I can only wish you, the Tomb of God, a good ending!"
Weisheng Mo Ran's eyes were still calm. She nodded gently, with a hint of gratitude in her tone: "Thank you, Lord Jie Cheng."
She paused and continued, "Remember my words, you don't have to offer me. I will naturally come out by myself at that time. You just need to stay away for a while and take your people with you so that Tianyu Temple can't find you. Remember."
Huan Jingyuan didn't say anything, and finally looked at her deeply, with a trace of complex emotions flashing in his eyes. He turned around silently and left Xiyang Palace with heavy steps.
After he left, Wei Sheng Mo Ran stood quietly in the wind, his eyes still as calm as water.
"People are pretty good, but unfortunately I liked the wrong person." Li Tianming's voice suddenly appeared in Weisheng Mo Ran's ears.
Weisheng Mo Ran's mouth raised slightly, revealing a helpless smile: "It's all your fault. I call myself 380,000 years old, otherwise he would think I am a peer?"
It is precisely because of this age that Huan Jingyuan thinks he has a chance. After all, he is still the Hunyuan clan. Who knows that Weisheng Mo Ran's age is almost the same as Li Tianming, and it is not far from long live. Compared with Huan Jingyuan, he is just a little baby?
"You said, will he poke it out directly? In that case, it may be dangerous." Weisheng Mo Ran asked.
"Then I don't know. This person is a tangled person. He is unwilling to do something about selling you and destroying the God of Destruction, but there is no way. For Si Shenyang and Taiyu Huangting, he is a small person and he has no right to decide his own destiny." Li Tianming said, "I guess he will still drag him back until he has no choice... Let's look back. If not, we urge him to leave a few more times. There is still time now."