"Since, since Patriarch Lan has put it that way..." Elder Wan of the Myriad Divine Sect spoke with difficulty, his voice dry and hoarse.
"Then... then this matter... will be handled as Patriarch Lan says."
He practically ground the words out through clenched teeth, but the resentment and killing intent in his heart spread and multiplied like venomous snakes.
Lan Xuan nodded, his expression easing slightly. "That would be best."
Elder Wan of the Myriad Divine Sect cast Yang Lingtian a deep look, his eyes filled with venom and icy coldness.
Brat, just you wait.
The humiliation I suffered today—I, the Myriad Divine Sect, will remember it.
One day, I'll make you repay it a hundredfold.
He did not linger. Turning to the few remaining disciples of the Myriad Divine Sect behind him, he barked, "Help the Holy Son up. We're leaving."
Elder Wan took one last look at Lan Xuan and Lan Yan, then gave a cold snort.
He turned and led everyone away from the Lan family estate in utter disarray.
Watching the people of the Myriad Divine Sect disappear, Lan Xuan's gaze turned cold once more.
Only after the people from the Myriad Divine Sect had vanished completely did the tense atmosphere in the courtyard slowly dissipate.
Lan Xuan released Lan Caiyu and carefully checked her condition.
After confirming that only her clothes had been torn and that she had merely suffered a fright without any serious injury, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"Caiyu, go back to your room and rest. Have the maids bring you a change of clothes," Lan Xuan said gently.
"Mm." Lan Caiyu nodded obediently, then glanced at Yang Lingtian.
She said softly, "Thank you, Guest Official Yang."
Yang Lingtian smiled faintly. "It was nothing."
Only then did Lan Caiyu leave