Chapter 1217: They Will Always Meet Again

"Take care, remember what you said, we are friends." Fen Qianji turned around and said firmly.

Han Yan’s eyes flashed with divine light, all of her disappointment disappeared. Although their lives had already changed, and they could not embark on adventures together as they did in their past lives, one thing remained unchanged, they were friends, forever friends!

Han Yan knew how difficult it was to earn his recognition. In their past lives, Fen Qianji had only two friends, her and Tang Bufan. In this life, the order had changed, but he still had only those two friends.

"By the way, there’s something I would like your help with," Han Yan suddenly thought of something and called out to Fen Qianji who was about to leave.

"I just said we are friends, why are you being so polite again? As long as you ask, even if it means risking my life, I will help you accomplish it," Fen Qianji said firmly.

"The last time at the Illusion Dragon Hall, it was you who let us go, wasn’t it? The girl who attempted to assassinate Qiu Yuan is named Ye Yanran, and she’s a good friend of mine. Her mother was captured by the people of the temple, and I need your help to rescue her," Han Yan said.

The last time at the Illusion Dragon Hall, the mysterious man who saved Qiu Ye, yet let them go, brought her a sense of familiarity, but she couldn’t confirm it, or perhaps she was unwilling to.

However, now that Fen Qianji had confessed his identity, Han Yan could be certain that the man was indeed none other than Fen Qianji.

Han Yan guessed that Fen Qianji held a significant position in the temple, but just how high it was, she did not know. Therefore, she didn’t want to put him in a difficult position, only seeking his assistance.

"If she truly falls into the hands of the temple, I can bring her back with just one word. But if I say this is not the temple’s doing, do you believe me?" Fen Qianji paused and then said.

"I believe you," Han Yan said without hesitation. She still trusted Fen Qianji as she did in their past life because the same applied to her. If he truly wanted to harm her, he had plenty of opportunities in both lives, but instead of attacking, he risked his life to save hers time and again.

The last sword strike, in fact, held its own mysteries, for in another time frame, caught in a dream, Fen Qianji felt guilt and self-blame for the residual illusions of their past life, as if the pain would never end.

Understanding all this, what reason did she have to doubt his words?

But Fen Qianji’s earlier statement astonished Han Yan; with just a word, he could bring Ye Yanran’s mother back. How high his status in the temple was, it must be comparable to Ye Lanfeng’s in the Holy Court.

"Did she tell you that her mother was in the temple’s hands?" Fen Qianji paused, then asked.

"Yes," Han Yan nodded. She believed Fen Qianji wouldn’t lie, but if it was not the temple’s doing, then who? Why did Ye Yanran sense the same aura on them as the temple’s people like Qiu Yuan?

"The affairs of the Holy Court Continent might not be as simple as you think, and are perhaps more complex than we originally understood," Fen Qianji said meaningfully.

"In any case, since she says it was the temple’s doing, it carries some connection with us. I will uncover the truth to give your friend an explanation," Fen Qianji said.

"If it’s beyond your capabilities, don’t force it," Han Yan said. The matter concerning Ye Yanran’s mother suddenly became perplexing. What secret lay behind it? She did not wish for Fen Qianji to take unnecessary risks.

"Hmm." Fen Qianji nodded vigorously.

"By the way, the scenes in my dream, what do they mean?" Fen Qianji asked.

"Those are indeed real events. Actually, they have little to do with you, or perhaps they bear some connection, but it wasn’t your fault; there’s another mystery behind it. To untangle this, we must first find someone, Lu Guantian," Han Yan said carefully.

Before uncovering the truth, she didn’t want to burden Fen Qianji with more worries because she could see that, due to that dream, Fen Qianji was also tormented, no better off than herself.

"Lu Guantian, Lu Guantian... I understand." Saying this, Fen Qianji turned and left. Very soon, his figure vanished into the boundless night.

Gazing at the endless night sky, Han Yan felt incredibly relieved as the last sliver of doubt and suspicion pressed deep in her heart finally vanished into thin air.

Nor did she feel sad for this farewell, as she knew she and Fen Qianji would meet again and not be separated by life and death as before.

"Master, Master..."

"Master, where are you..." The calls of Tan Yu and the Yu Shulin Feng brothers echoed through the valley. Especially the last wailing cry from Gu Yushu, which sent chills down Han Yan’s spine.

Thankfully, she wasn’t dead; otherwise, she might have been resurrected by his mournful calls.

"Stop howling, I’m here," Han Yan shouted.

Her voice was not loud, but carried by her Sixth-level Sword Master cultivation, it resounded through the valley far and wide.

Soon, the figures of Tan Yu and the others appeared before her, followed by Hua Yuezi and the others.

"Master, you’re not dead, that’s so great, so great." Seeing Han Yan, Gu Yushu charged forward.

Feeling the trembling earth, Han Yan quickly sidestepped.

"What do you mean, ’it’s great you’re not dead’, as if I were about to die, you jinx," Han Yan said crossly.

"I didn’t intend to curse Master, but Junior Master said he used a divination for you and feared you might be in mortal danger, so we rushed to find you," Gu Yushu quickly explained.

"Oh, he did a divination for me?" Han Yan said in surprise. The Junior Master Gu Yushu mentioned was, of course, Ling Baobao.

"Yes, we were worried as it was already late and you hadn’t returned. Originally, Junior Master Tang said you were probably engrossed in practicing alchemy for tomorrow’s assessment, so we weren’t too worried. But then Junior Master used a divination and claimed you were in mortal danger, scaring us to death," Gu Linfeng dramatically patted his chest, looking frightened still.

Watching him pound his chest with heavy thuds, Han Yan felt uneasy, afraid he might accidentally break his ribs.

"It’s fine, I did encounter some trouble but it’s all resolved," Han Yan said, then she noticed Ling Baobao was missing and asked, "Where’s your Junior Master?"

"He passed out immediately after using the Star Divination Technique," Tan Yu replied.

"Let’s go, let’s go check on him first," Han Yan immediately said.

The Star Divination Technique usually drains one’s spirit severely. Although Ling Baobao possessed various strange and mysterious arts, they differed completely from the Holy Court Continent’s style; coupled with the different laws, it naturally exhausted his primordial energy even more. Who knows how is he doing now?