Rebirth: The Time-locked Girl-Chapter 866 They are mutually in love []

When the real mystery was unraveled, looking back at everything before, many things had traces to follow.

For example, his background, and why his hair was all white.

His relationship with the Rong Family was very mysterious, even the Supreme Elder of the Rong family treated him with courtesy and respect.

Clearly, the 723 Bureau and the Extreme Path Organization were forces that took shape in the early 21st century, and although he was frail and sickly, his power was unfathomable...

Yet, she never thought about the true mystery.

Because she believed in her heart that the Master of Highest Heaven Tower was already dead.

Even after confirming that the Master of Highest Heaven Tower was still alive, she didn’t think he would openly appear before everyone.

But all perceptions were shattered by reality.

Life-Devouring Gu.

Ye Wanlan closed her eyes, her eyelashes trembling violently.

She originally thought that he planted the Life-Devouring Gu in his body to seek greater power.

But she never expected that he did it because he was dying, allowing the Life-Devouring Gu to enter his body.

Although Ye Wanlan did not see how Yan Tingfeng drew the three ultimate powers of Heaven and Earth, Yin Yang, and the Five Elements into his body.

But how could she not know, when these three powers converge, they could instantly shatter even the strongest Vajra Cover in the world!

Even though Yan Tingfeng’s cultivation at that time was infinitely close to an Immortal, and his Inner Strength had already broken through the Twelfth Level of Heaven, reaching the Unity of Heaven and Man level.

But as long as one is of mortal flesh, it’s impossible to withstand the Ultimate Power.

At that moment, how much pain he must have been in?

Ye Wanlan did not know.

She only knew that three hundred years later, Yan Tingfeng always presented a gentle and indifferent demeanor, occasionally losing control of his emotions, but it was hard to capture a look of pain on his face.

When she used the Silver Needle to treat his injuries, he never even furrowed his brow.

She thought the greatest pain he had ever experienced was when he witnessed his parents’ tragic deaths at the age of three and endured the invasion of Shenzhou at the age of twenty-six.

After that, there was nothing that could break him.

The wind roared at the Bottomless Cliff, leaves fell.

Ye Wanlan slowly sat down, right next to young Yan Tingfeng.

This was him at sixteen, his face much more tender than ten years later, without the desolation in the eyes of him three hundred years later.

At this time, although Yan Tingfeng had killed many, his gaze remained pure.

Undeniably, he had a very perfect face.

Ye Wanlan’s eyes flickered.

Princess Yongning was a myth in the hearts of many people, but Ye Wanlan knew she was never a god, just one among millions.

For as long as one is human, there will inevitably be emotions.

Whenever the common folk mentioned Princess Yongning, the title of Master of Highest Heaven Tower always accompanied it.

No need to elaborate for later generations, there were already many folk tales at the time fabricating the legendary and tumultuous stories of love and hate between the two.

She had heard them once at a teahouse during her discreet trips.

Ye Wanlan never told anyone about this, not even He Jia.

She had once wondered, after hearing too many stories, if there really was a romance between them, would it be as legendary as in the tales.

But it was just a fleeting thought, because it was impossible.

Princess Yongning had her throne to stabilize, and the Master of Highest Heaven Tower had his vast Jianghu.

They were never people from the same world.

And so-called love was never the most important thing in their lives.

For the greater good, for the world, they could even sacrifice their lives, let alone fleeting romances.

Ye Wanlan was not someone who didn’t understand feelings; she could clearly discern her emotions.

In the last life of Princess Yongning, she felt more admiration and sympathy for the Master of Highest Heaven Tower.

But in this life, she knew she liked him.

She also knew that he liked her.

It’s just that they tacitly never expressed it in words.

Because they both knew now was not a good time.

Ye Wanlan suddenly felt grateful that she could follow the antiques to see... no, more accurately, to return to the past.

The flow of time here would not affect reality, even if a hundred years passed, reality was just a moment.

So she had enough time to watch him here, a rare peace.

Suddenly, the young man seemed to sense her presence, moving his brow slightly: "Who?"

Ye Wanlan was not surprised at this.

When she previously got the Ocean Stabilizing Pearl and the Summoning God Banner, she was perceived by Yue Zheng and others in the historical retrospection.

The common trait among those who could sense her was that they all practiced Shenzhou Taoism Technique.

"Forget it, no matter who you are." The young Yan Tingfeng said indifferently, "If you wanted to kill me, you would have done it already. Since you don’t want to, then let’s reluctantly call you a friend."

In the Jianghu, the rule is that visitors are guests.

Ye Wanlan only smiled, her eyes never leaving him.

She also liked the unfettered freedom of Jianghu, but she was destined to live only in the temple.

"They say I’ve killed many, too cruel and cold-blooded." He suddenly spoke, "But the ones I killed were enemies, and those who wanted to kill me, I did nothing wrong."

Ye Wanlan whispered, "Yes, you did nothing wrong."

But young Yan Tingfeng couldn’t hear her, he raised his head, looking at the distant horizon: "The last enemy is dead, my parents’ revenge is avenged, but why... am I not happy?"

From the moment he stepped into the Jianghu, he was destined to be caught up in countless conflicts, never resting until death.

"Master said that besides hatred, I need to find a meaning that allows me to keep living." He murmured, "What is this meaning?"

At sixteen, the Master of Highest Heaven Tower rarely showed any confusion in expression.

Four years passed in an instant.

At twenty, Yan Tingfeng was fully grown, revealing his true self only in the dead of night, allowing Ye Wanlan a glimpse.

Today was no different than yesterday, and tomorrow would hold no novelty.

Until one day, Yan Tingfeng had business and needed to travel to Fengyuan.

She saw the Left Protector smile at him, "Why not request a piece of Princess Yongning’s calligraphy from Emperor Qianhe on this trip to Fengyuan?"

The Right Protector also said, "Long had I heard that Princess Yongning was tutored by the Imperial Tutor and Female Prime Minister, surely surpassing them. The Master loves paintings and calligraphy, and without Princess Yongning’s work, the Scripture Pavilion would be incomplete."

She saw Yan Tingfeng’s brows relax a bit, casually saying, "Calligraphy is ultimately lifeless, incomparable to a person. This trip to Fengyuan, I will meet Princess Yongning."

As the future Emperor of the Ning Dynasty, Princess Yongning, he, as the Martial Arts Alliance Hierarch, was destined to interact with this Empress.

"If the Master meets Princess Yongning, it would be a grand event," the Left Protector’s smile deepened, "Should I start preparing the gift?"

Yan Tingfeng said, "Go ahead."

But Ye Wanlan knew, this was impossible.

Because yesterday, she died.

In both past lives and this life, there was always the mere distance of life and death between them.

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