Blue Splendor Heavenly Palace.
Lan Yun was in seclusion, cultivating in peace.
Outside the door.
"Master, Gongsun Yan requests an audience." A white-robed youth stood at the entrance, his expression strange.
"Speak." Lan Yun did not open the door, much less come out. Her voice remained as icy as ever.
Gongsun Yan gritted his teeth and recounted the matter that had recently stirred up a storm throughout Myriadpath Valley.
"Oh, I understand. You may leave." Lan Yun said blandly.
"Master, I..." Gongsun Yan gritted his teeth, lowered his head, and looked rather unsightly.
"What do you want to say?" Lan Yun asked.
"Did Little Eight die for nothing? He admired you so much." Gongsun Yan had held it in for a long time, but at last he could not help asking.
Crack! Crack! Crack!
Frost immediately formed over his body. The power of order pressed down upon him, making him cry out in pain and fall to his knees outside the door, his face deathly pale.
"What do you mean, 'died for nothing'?" Lan Yun asked.
"Master, I was wrong. I shouldn't have asked." Gongsun Yan hurriedly begged for mercy.
"This is not a matter of whether you should have asked. I am asking you: what do you mean by 'died for nothing'?" Lan Yun said coldly.
Gongsun Yan looked utterly miserable. He truly could not bear it any longer and said, "It means... the murderer is still roaming free."
"If you refuse to accept it, then avenge him yourself. What are you saying all this for?" Lan Yun asked.
"Master?" Gongsun Yan's eyes widened. "You mean... I can make a move?"
"Have I ever said you were not allowed to deal with him?" Lan Yun said.
Gongsun Yan thought carefully. It seemed she really had not!
His eyes lit