SFS Chapter 271 Meeting Was a Mistake
Chapter 271 Meeting Was a Mistake
"What? You think I like looking at men's faces?" Do you know how insulting that statement is to me? Murong Junlan's face darkened, and a chill ran through him. However, the Pavilion Master's next words immediately extinguished Murong Junlan's coldness.
"You've been poisoned? Those Crimson Spirit Spring waters should be able to cure it." The Pavilion Master raised his tired eyes, and seeing that Prince Murong neither nodded nor shook his head, he continued, "Thank you for your inner strength, Your Highness, but the poisoning is quite severe, and there probably is no antidote."
"Who poisoned him?" Murong Junlan felt a pang of pity.
"The Nine Demon Tower Master," the Pavilion Master replied.
"The master of the Nine Demon Tower? Who is he?" Murong Junlan had never heard of him before, so what kind of demon was he?
"Now that you have the Crimson Spirit Spring Water, you don't need to know about this person." The Pavilion Master still felt lingering fear as he recalled everything that happened inside the Nine Demon Tower.
"The Crimson Spirit Jar is broken," Murong Junlan said softly.
"What?" The Pavilion Master's reaction was completely unexpected by Murong Junlan, even more so than when his mask was removed, at least he hadn't been blamed yet. But the hand that was supporting his body tilted, and he fell into the ice lotus with a thud. The Pavilion Master took a breath and said slowly, "It seems that the Prince thought that jar of Crimson Spirit Spring Water was easy to obtain."
Murong Junlan was embarrassed and couldn't say anything for a moment.
"It seems I can't do anything for the Prince. If only this pool of ice lotus flowers were still alive and hadn't withered, that would be wonderful." After saying that, the Pavilion Master fell silent.
Murong Junlan was somewhat immersed in self-blame. From the new name Nine Demon Tower he had just heard, Murong Junlan knew that if this pool of ice lotus flowers did not wither, it might have a great use. But if even the Pavilion Master couldn't do anything about it, what good ideas did he have?
"Actually, there was a moment when I really wanted to keep Princess Yan'er by my side, because you can't protect her." After a long while, the Pavilion Master murmured to himself again.
Murong Junlan glanced at the Pavilion Master with disapproval, thinking to himself, "Whether I can protect Yan'er or not is none of your business to judge, you outsider."
"If you can protect her, Princess Yan'er won't have been captured by me."
Murong Junlan was momentarily speechless. But since the Pavilion Master himself had brought it up, he went along with it and asked, "Where is Yan'er?"
"In another time and space." The Pavilion Master seemed quite reassured.
"In another dimension?" Murong Junlan stepped forward and grabbed the Pavilion Master's collar. "How many dimensions do you have here?"
The pavilion master did not respond, but simply turned his head to the other side.
"Where exactly did you hide Yan'er!" Murong Junlan pressed his right hand against the Pavilion Master's throat, and the Pavilion Master immediately blushed and remained silent.
“Your Highness, I know you harbor resentment towards me, but since you didn’t cherish that jar of Crimson Spirit Spring Water, I’m reconsidering whether I should return Princess Yan’er to you.”
Murong Junlan didn't want to waste words with him. He pushed the stone slab where the Pavilion Master was lying, but it didn't budge. He then checked the cave wall next to him and found that there wasn't even a crack. He guessed that the other dimension the Pavilion Master mentioned probably meant another cave. Why were there so many caves here?
"Your Highness, don't bother searching anymore, it's all in vain. Unless you can save my Ice Lotus Lake." Back then, he had carefully tended this Ice Lotus Lake, just to leave a memory for her in his heart. This memory had been perfectly hidden in his heart for ten thousand years. He never expected that the person he had been thinking of would actually come here after ten thousand years. He couldn't deny that when he saw Princess Yan'er, he felt like he was dreaming.
Was this a chance for him to meet by fate? It seems not. Their arrival did not give him even the slightest chance to fulfill his dream. Instead, it shattered all his hopes, even destroying the beautiful dream of the snow lotus lake that had existed for ten thousand years. It destroyed it completely, leaving nothing but desolation, leaving him with nothing to sustain his life. Rather than this, it would have been better if they had never met.
If meeting you was a mistake, I would rather miss all the chance encounters that brush past me. The Pavilion Master gazed at the withered snow lotus on the cave wall, his thoughts drifting to another time and space.