Murder Must Be Paid For With One’s Life!

At the old site of the Heavenly Armament Pavilion.

Lan Ruo was in the midst of a lecture. "When that person comes later, everyone had better be on alert! Don't you dare make any mistakes."

"Lan Qi, I know that you were on good terms with the three of them. However, the dead cannot come back to life. If you hold up the clan's important affairs because of this trivial grudge, nobody will be able to bear the responsibility for you!"

"Be respectful but you must not be ingratiating. Understand?"

...

After going over a list of things to take note of and even supplementing quite a few times, Lan Ruo was finally at ease.

The sound of galloping could be heard; two horses approached from afar.

Feng Qiliang was in the lead. He dashed into the Heavenly Armament Pavilion. "Eldest Young Master, he's here!"

Lan Ruo's spirits rose. Full of smiles, he went out to welcome him.