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Upon hearing this, Lan Zhan remained silent for an even longer time. His deep eyes reflected the cold yet agitated face of the woman opposite him, and finally, he let out an even heavier sigh.

"Mo Yun,"

This time, he didn't use the title "Junior Sister Yun" anymore. His voice was tinged with weariness as he said, "Twenty years have passed. All the mistakes of that year were my fault. I broke my promise and hurt your heart. I... have nothing to say."

"Twenty years?"

Elder Mo Yun seemed stung by the number, the chill emanating from him almost solidifying into frost. "For you, it may only be twenty years in the blink of an eye. But how has the entire Nine Heavens Taiqing Palace viewed me during these twenty years? Do you know that our marriage agreement was personally approved by the Palace Master, and everyone in the sect knows it!"

"You left without a trace, and I became the biggest laughingstock of the entire sect! If it weren't for Senior Sister's protection, I..."

Her words caught in her throat, her eyes flashing with even more sternness. "For the past twenty years, I've suffered sleepless nights, and what have you done? You turned around and found someone new, and now your son is all grown up. Lan Zhan, tell me, is this what you call guilt?"

Her voice contained boundless rage and unspeakable pain, stirring up the primordial energy of heaven and earth. The crystalline giant hand in the air shone brightly, its oppressive power intensifying, and many buildings in the palace began to creak under its strain.

Lan Zhan silently endured her anger without arguing, until she questioned him about "finding a new lover." At that moment, his eyes suddenly became incredibly sharp, and his profound aura of the Life Profound Realm, as deep as the ocean, rippled outwards.

"Mo Yun!"

For the first time, he raised his voice, his tone unwavering and resolute, "I betrayed you, that's a fact, I admit it. But Xinlan... she's not your new love!"

His voice trembled slightly, as if he had remembered something, and his gaze became distant and pained: "My acquaintance and understanding of her predates both you and me!"

"She saved my life, more than once... It took us five years to realize that we were each other's one and only. When He'er was five years old, she... left for some reason and has not been heard from since."

He looked down towards the Blue River courtyard, his eyes revealing deep paternal love and guilt: "Since she left, I have never been moved by any other woman. There will never be another mistress in this palace. In my life, Lan Zhan has only wronged you, and has only ever loved Xinlan."

These words, frank yet weighty, clearly reached everyone's ears.

The once noisy and chaotic Prince's mansion fell into an unusual silence for a moment. Even Elder Mo Yun, who was in a fit of anger, showed a complex look of astonishment in his eyes.

Just then, a clear, cold voice, devoid of any warmth or human touch, gently rang out, like drops of icy spring water falling onto a jade plate:

"Uncle-Master."

A figure in pure white rose gracefully from Tingxue Pavilion, her robes fluttering, like a fairy descending from the moon palace—it was Ling Qingzhu.

She didn't get too close, but stood in mid-air behind Elder Mo Yun, bowing slightly. Her face was veiled, so her expression couldn't be seen, but her clear, glass-like eyes glanced calmly at Lan Zhan in the air before turning to her martial uncle.

"When the Palace Master instructed his disciple to accompany him, he said..."

Her voice wasn't loud, but it had a peculiar penetrating power, soothing the restless energy: "Past events are like clouds gathering and dispersing; there's no point in forcing them."

"Uncle's trip is to select talents for the sect. Now that Senior War King has appeared, perhaps we can settle our grievances in a different way to avoid affecting innocent people and creating new regrets."

Her words were brief and to the point, offering no advice but merely stating the facts, yet they caused Elder Mo Yun, who was in a fit of rage, to pause slightly.

Elder Mo Yun took a deep breath, his chest heaving, and his gaze locked onto Lan Zhan again. The anger in his eyes had not subsided, but there seemed to be something else, something more complicated and difficult to understand.

She stared intently at Lan Zhan's face, which was etched with vicissitudes and weariness, yet remained resolute, especially the undisguised pain in his eyes when he mentioned "Xin Lan" and "no news".

Twenty years of grudges cannot be resolved with just a few words.

But Lan Zhan's words, "I have only wronged you, and I have only loved Xin Lan," and the Palace Master's words relayed by Ling Qingzhu, were like two pebbles thrown into a lake of her heart, creating ripples that she herself could not fully control.

Below, Lan Feng clenched his fists nervously. Lan Ying also held her breath, watching the two facing off in the air with worry.

Lan He stood in his courtyard, gazing up at the sky. He heard every word his father said clearly.

His mother's name, "Xinlan," the deep pain and longing in his father's eyes, and the unwavering devotion he had shown for twenty years... these pieces of information, like fragments, pieced together a small part of his parents' past, leaving a heavy weight on his heart.

A suffocating silence lingered in the air for several breaths.

Finally, Elder Mo Yun spoke again, his voice still cold, but less manic and angry, and more subdued and melancholic:

"Blue War, do you think saying all this will make everything disappear?"

She slowly withdrew her colossal hand, which had blotted out the sky, and the chilling aura dissipated. However, the oppressive aura of a Life Profound Realm expert still enveloped the royal residence. "Senior Sister is right. The past is like smoke... but between you and me, it's not so easy to end it!"

Her gaze, sharp as lightning, swept across the area below before finally settling on the direction of Lan He's courtyard. She said coldly, "Your son... is named Lan He, right? The Hundred Dynasties War is imminent; he's going to represent the Immortal Dynasty, isn't he? Lan Zhan, since you keep admitting your mistakes, fine, I'll give you a chance to settle things!"

Lan Zhan frowned slightly: "What do you want?"

Elder Mo Yun's lips curled into a cold smile: "It's simple. I will personally oversee the Hundred Dynasties War. If your son can reach the top and win the championship, becoming the champion of this year's Hundred Dynasties War... then our old grudges will be wiped clean, and I, Mo Yun, will never mention them again!"

She paused, her tone suddenly turning stern, carrying an undeniable air of authority: "But if he can't do that... Lan Zhan, you will have to personally go to the Nine Heavens Taiqing Palace, and before my senior sister and all our fellow disciples, kowtow and apologize for what you did back then! And announce to the Eastern Xuan Region that you, Lan Zhan, have failed me, Mo Yun!"

These words shocked everyone present.

How can this be considered a "resolution"?

It's clear that the grudges and pressures of two generations have been transferred onto Lan He, who is only fifteen years old!

The Hundred Dynasties Battle is a gathering of geniuses and prodigies; to reach the top and win the championship is no easy feat!

It should be noted that in recent years, the champion of the Hundred Dynasties War has been won by the Tianyuan Dynasty, which belongs to the Yuanmen, the leader of the eight major sects, with almost no exceptions.

Lan Zhan's expression changed, and he said in a deep voice, "Mo Yun! This is a matter between us, what does it have to do with He'er? He's still young, and the Hundred Dynasties War is full of young prodigies in their twenties..."

"What? Scared?"

Elder Mo Yun interrupted him, his eyes sharp as knives, "Or are you saying you have no faith in him? Is this all the ability your son Lan Zhan has? If you dare not accept, then come back with me to the Nine Heavens Taiqing Palace now to beg for forgiveness!"

This is blatant coercion.

Everyone's gaze involuntarily turned to the courtyard where Lan He was.

In the courtyard, Lan He, standing beside the artificial hill, slowly straightened up. He patted off non-existent dust from his body, raised his head, and gazed through space to meet the cold gaze in the air.

Stress? Harshness?

The thought of his own ashes hanging in the air, the ambush by the Tianyuan Dynasty, the old grudges of the Jiutian Taiqing Palace, the unfinished debts of his father... all these things weighed heavily on his mind.

He took a deep breath, his eyes calm and undisturbed, yet a powerful force was gathering within them.

Just as Lan Zhan was about to refuse this unreasonable request again, Lan He's clear voice echoed throughout the silent palace:

"Father."

He took a few steps forward, reaching the open space in the center of the courtyard, making sure everyone could see him. Then, facing his father in the air and also the aggressive Elder Mo Yun, he bowed slightly.

"Elder Mo Yun's conditions..."

He raised his head, his young face showing no fear, his voice steady and firm, "Junior Lan He...accepts."

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