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Wang Dali's laughter stopped abruptly.

He clicked his tongue, a hint of disappointment flashing across his face, then quickly nodded:

"Alright, alright, let's save them first. Once you're healed, we'll give them a good beating!"

He thought for a moment, then added:

"However, we do need to be careful when fighting against that faction. Their methods are strange and unpredictable, and it's impossible to defend against them. My master said that the southern branch is extremely treacherous and rarely engages in direct combat; they always resort to tricks."

Lin Xuan nodded and kept those words in mind.

The car continued speeding westward, the night rushing past the car window.

After a while, Wang Dali suddenly spoke again:

"Brother Lin, something suddenly came to mind."

"you say."

"Since the other party cares so much about your An Lan, she must be hiding some big secret."

Lin Xuan frowned upon hearing this.

secret?

What secrets could An Lan possibly have? She's just the president of the An Group; no matter how rich she is, she's still just an ordinary person...

Lin Xuan instinctively felt it was impossible.

But I can recall everything that happened before.

The eerie wood carvings in the office, the attack in the garage, and now...

If he were just an ordinary person, why would the other party go to such lengths?

"Ordinary people are not worth such a great deal of effort from a martial arts master," Wang Dali continued to remind him.

Lin Xuan nodded: "You're right, but... we don't have time to find out now."

The car continued westward.

By the time they reached the west side of the city, it was nearly four in the morning.

Lin Xuan parked his car in a desolate, abandoned parking lot.

The surrounding area was overgrown with weeds, and the waist-high wild grass rustled in the night wind.

In the distance, the outline of a large estate can be vaguely seen, with scattered lights flickering around it.

Lin Xuan extinguished the fire, closed his eyes, and sensed the Soul-Chasing Technique once more.

The moment the true energy circulated, Wang Dali's eyes lit up instantly.

That "qi" has reappeared!

Although it has become much fainter, it is still there!

Moreover, it's even more refined and pure than the last time we sparred! Brother Lin is indeed extraordinary. If the timing weren't so bad, he would really like to spar again!

He didn't make a sound to disturb them.

Lin Xuan focused on sensing.

Three points of light appeared in my mind in succession.

The one representing An Lan remained stationary within the An family manor not far away. The other two continued their steady movement, no longer far from the An family's old residence.

At this speed, we'll be here in another half hour.

Lin Xuan suddenly opened his eyes, a cold glint flashing in them:

"As expected, they're here for An Lan. They'll be here in half an hour. We need to hurry!"

"Walk!"

Wang Dali pushed open the car door, eager to try it out.

The two got out of the car and quickly disappeared into the darkness.

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The old house under the night sky is very quiet and peaceful.

This is a Chinese-style manor, with pavilions, towers, bridges, and flowing water, all exuding the exquisite beauty of a garden.

Deep within the manor, in a bedroom.

An Lan lay motionless on the bed.

She wasn't asleep; she just stared blankly at the ceiling with her eyes open.

She has barely slept these past few days.

The overwhelming amount of information left her feeling completely drained, like an empty shell.

Her long hair was loose and somewhat disheveled, her face was pale, and her lips were almost bloodless.

Despair? Resignation? Or liberation?

She herself didn't know.

Suddenly, light footsteps came from outside the door.

It was very light, but exceptionally clear in the quiet night.

dong dong dong...

A low knock sounded on the door.

An Lan didn't move, or even turn her head.

Bai Bing, who was sitting on the sofa, suddenly trembled. She glanced at the slender figure on the bed, took a deep breath, and stood up.

Her hand rested on the doorknob. She paused for a few seconds, then gritted her teeth and opened the door.

The door opened a crack, and by the light of the wall lamp in the corridor, Bai Bing could see who had come in.

He was in his late twenties, tall and handsome, with an innate sense of superiority between his brows.

He was looking at her with a half-smile.

An Yongchang.

Bai Bing's tears welled up instantly; her lips trembled, and her voice quivered.

"Is it...is it coming?"

An Yongchang stood outside the door, his gaze passing over her, glancing at the figure inside, before turning his attention back to the aunt in front of him.

"You regret it?"

Bai Bing shook her head, but tears kept flowing down her face.

She raised her hand to cover her mouth, afraid that she would cry out loud.

After a long while, she calmed down a bit and choked out:

"No, it's not regret, it's just that after all these years... there are bound to be feelings involved. Lanlan... is a good girl."

That's enough.

An Yongchang raised his hand to interrupt her, his tone indifferent:

"She is ultimately just an outsider, just a vessel. You know that yourself. Everything the An family has given her over the years has been compensation. Now, it's time to take it back."

"Alright, my dear aunt, move aside."

Bai Bing swayed, as if all her strength had been drained away.

She opened her mouth as if to say something, but ultimately lacked the courage to stop her.

She slowly stepped aside and moved aside.

Just as An Yongchang was about to step inside, An Lan sat up from the bed.

She came out.

"I'll go with you, An Yongchang, but before I leave, could you have a private chat with Ms. Bai Bing?"

Her voice was calm and without any emotion.

Upon hearing the words "Ms. Bai Bing," Bai Bing swayed slightly.

An Yongchang raised an eyebrow, his gaze sweeping over the two of them, before finally nodding: "Okay, five minutes."

After saying that, he turned and walked out.

Bai Bing's lips trembled as she tried to say something, but no sound came out.

She just kept crying.

An Lan looked at her, at the woman she had called "Mom" for over twenty years, her eyes filled with no hatred, no resentment, only a deathly stillness:

"Ms. Bai, thank you for raising me all these years."

"Lanlan...I..."

She wanted to explain and apologize.

But he knew that no matter what he said, it would be useless.

An Lan shook her head, interrupting her.

"Although we are not related by blood, I still want to thank you, and of course, Mr. An as well."

A very faint smile appeared on her lips.

After saying that, she didn't look at Bai Bing again, and turned to walk in the direction An Yongchang had left.

Their steps were firm, and they did not look back.

Bai Bing stood there, watching the figure gradually disappear into the distance.

She finally couldn't hold back any longer, leaning against the door frame, her whole body trembling.

"I always thought that if I treated you well all these years, I could make it up to you, and when this day comes, I'll feel better..."

"But I still can't stand it..."

At the end of the corridor, An Lan paused for a moment.

But it only paused for a moment.