He Lan Tianxia

Chapter 267 The sound of the purple bamboo flute adds to the sorrow and desolation.

That evening, Murong Junlan sat on a half-broken large rock in the Lihentian Pavilion, where ashes still lingered. The purple bamboo flute was held forlornly between his fingers, and strands of hair on his forehead were scattered messily. He sat there like a statue, his thoughts lost in the dilapidated pavilion.

He had held onto a sliver of hope, but the recent turn of events had utterly dashed even his sparkling ambition. He was familiar with the people inside the cave, but the cave itself felt strangely unfamiliar.

Hong Xiuying had torches lit and handed the freshly roasted snow rabbit leg to Murong Junlan. Murong Junlan initially refused, but after hesitating for a moment, he accepted it. He couldn't bear to eat it, so he wrapped it in a leaf and repeated the initial action.

Around midnight, a few birdsongs drifted from somewhere, adding to the desolation and bleakness of the night. It seemed as if the seasons had become indistinguishable. The Ice Lotus Lake and the Heaven of Parting Sorrows had never been indistinguishable in terms of seasons. It used to be spring all year round, but now it was winter all year round. Murong Junlan racked his brains but couldn't recall any historical record mentioning such a beautiful season.

This wonderful season has been disrupted by their arrival. Is it the Pavilion Master who owes them, or are they who owe the Pavilion Master?

None of that matters anymore! What matters is how to open the cave door; we can't just stay trapped inside like this. A rough calculation shows that Jiang He and the others have been gone for five days. If nothing unexpected happens, they should be able to bring back the ice and snow in two more days. This is the only way Murong Junlan can think of to break through the cave door. The biggest worry about this method is that the people inside might have already fainted from lack of food.

Finally, after playing "Remembering the Flute on Phoenix Terrace" several times, Murong Junlan was so tired that he fell asleep. He hadn't slept for five or six days. Even someone made of iron would be exhausted.

The eagle crept in quietly, glanced at Prince Murong's face, and, confirming only exhaustion, silently withdrew. Perhaps only the eagle knew that Murong Junlan had been playing the flute these past few days, actually using his inner strength to awaken the will of the person inside the cave. Although the reaction was weak, the eagle clearly sensed that the person inside was alive. As for how much inner strength Murong Junlan had expended, the eagle estimated that at least half of his power was gone.

An hour passed, and the old tree spirit suddenly shouted and ran over. Just as it opened its mouth to report, the gorilla kicked it from behind, sending it flying. The old tree spirit flew straight into the stone cave door. Fortunately, Murong Junlan pushed it haphazardly from his sleep, reducing the force of the impact by half. Otherwise, the old tree spirit would have been smashed to pieces. However, the old tree spirit still endured the excruciating pain of being broken apart and shouted loudly as it came over.

"Your Highness, Bingxue is back."

"You're back?" Murong Junlan suddenly grinned, then swiftly placed the purple bamboo flute to his lips. He took a deep breath and slowly began to play...

In the blink of an eye, the eagle swooped down and snatched the purple bamboo flute from Murong Junlan's hand. Murong Junlan was about to take it back when the two fiery red hares charged over. Due to the sudden stop, their front hooves lost control and they knelt on the ground with a thud, and two large blocks of ice fell off their backs with a crash.

They only brought back two large blocks of ice? And that's why the two Red Hare horses are so exhausted? Murong Junlan was somewhat disappointed.