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Lan Xichen After being out for just one day, he was shocked by the scene at Cloud Recesses when he returned that evening. It wasn't a special occasion, so who could tell this sect leader why all the external branches and affiliated families had come? Although it wasn't strictly everyone, the current wave of people had occupied most of the training grounds, leaving only a small area where several cultivators from various families were gathered.
" Wangji This..."
"Brother, please wait a moment."
Lan Wangji remained calm as usual, giving orders without any expression, to have the bound cultivators sealed off from their spiritual veins and imprisoned in the secluded Yunmeng prison for several years.
In the beginning, the city of the Lan was built against the mountain, with the intention of handling judicial matters in the future. They decided to use the mountain as a prison, carving out caves and setting up a legal array for confinement and detention. However, the Lan has always been well-governed, and over the centuries, the mountain prison has rarely been used. The only person who has spent the longest time in the mountain prison is Qingheng Jun, who entered voluntarily. Now, this incident has brought some attention to the mountain prison.
The heads of the the Lan branch family and the leaders of the affiliated Immortal Sect all remained tight-lipped. They were suddenly summoned by Lan Wangji with an urgent order, and the confidential letters they received even listed the names and locations of several cultivators. Some were trusted elders who had been with the sect for many years, some were newcomers, and some were even just responsible for cleaning the backyard. Although they did not know Lan Wangji's intentions, they dared not delay the urgent orders from the main family and brought the people with them. To their surprise, as soon as they entered the secluded mountain gate, the people whose names were listed in the letters were detained by the The Lan family cultivators, who claimed to be acting on the orders of Lord Hanguang, and said that Marshal Ze Wu would explain upon his return to the mountain.
At this moment, they waited from Green Sky White Sun until the stars hung high in the sky. The deep and mysterious clouds, which had always been dimly lit, were now ablaze with roaring flames, making it feel as if they had entered a never-ending night thousands of miles away. However, the person at the head of the group, once gentle and aloof like a flickering lamp, had now transformed into the chilling and formidable Lan Wangji.
"Elder brother, please take a look at the book before making any decisions, as should all the clan leaders."
Thin booklets were sent to Lan Xichen and the heads of each family. At first, they couldn't make sense of it, but soon they became more and more serious, some even showing signs of anger. Of course, there were also a few who were angry and guilty at the same time.
These booklets recorded all the spies that had been planted in the mansion of each family, detailing what each spy had done, what mistakes they had made, and the consequences of their actions. Everyone understood that the people who had just been tied up were the spies.
Lan Xichen's complexion was already slightly weary from traveling thousands of miles on his sword in a single day. Now, his face was growing even colder, like a steep mountain concealed in the night, faintly visible in the glow of the fire, making it hard to discern his thoughts.
He was somewhat afraid to turn and look at his brother, who was only a step away. The booklet, though thin, was not the result of a day's work; it required years of preparation. But based on his understanding of Lan Wangji and his whereabouts over the years, it was impossible for Lan Wangji to have done the booklet. Whether it was cultivating his own power behind The Lan family's back or cooperating with others, it was all for one reason:
Lan Wangji does not trust The Lan family, or rather, his brother no longer trusts him.
Feeling lost? Panicked? Regretful? Guilty? Anxious? Lan Xichen couldn't describe his current state of mind. Perhaps it's a mix of all these feelings, or perhaps he's just realizing now that he has been aware all along but was too afraid to admit it.
That night, Lan Xichen completely relied on his years of experience as the Chief Cultivator and the head of the Lanling Jin sect to hastily handle the situation and dismiss the various families to handle the aftermath on their own. It was impossible to keep such a big event a secret, so they could only take it one step at a time.
The clock had already struck the hour of the pig, but due to the magnitude of the events that night, almost no one paid attention, except for the younger generation who still had classes to attend. After all, they had the sect leader and the hand penalties to lead the way in "violating the rules of the sect."
The cold room was brightly lit, and the two brothers finally caught their breath as they sat quietly at the table, sipping tea. Lan Xichen was considering how to speak up, but it was Lan Wangji who spoke first. However, the words he uttered nearly caused Lan Xichen to knock over his teacup.
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