Senior sister, stop working and go home for dinner.

Chapter 324 A Knot in My Heart

"Junior brother, what happened?" Feng Xiaolu keenly sensed the change in Chen Anran's aura in that instant.

"It's nothing, I'll take care of it." Chen Anran patted her shoulder. "You guys just go about your business as usual."

After saying that, he turned and walked up the mountain. His steps seemed leisurely, but in fact, he moved with the speed of the wind and disappeared around the street corner in a few breaths.

Feng Xiaolu exchanged glances with Zhao Mengmeng and Lin Xiaoman, and all of them saw worry in each other's eyes.

"Third Uncle, Master..." Zhao Mengmeng hesitated, unable to finish her sentence.

"It's alright, Junior Brother can handle it."

………………

When Chen Anran arrived at "Feng's Herb Pavilion", the back door had already been quietly opened a crack. He slipped inside, and the door immediately closed silently behind him.

Feng Wenyuan and Feng Yue were both inside the shop, the atmosphere heavy. The shop was filled with the bitter scent of herbs, but if you sniffed carefully, you could detect a faint, barely concealed smell of blood.

"He's upstairs." Feng Wenyuan led Chen Anran to the attic. "He hasn't woken up yet, but his pulse is more stable than before."

The attic had been temporarily set up as a simple hospital room. Mo Han lay on a couch covered with thick mattresses, covered with a plain-colored thin quilt. Her face had regained some color, but she was still pale.

The brothers Feng Changyuan and Feng Lie were also there, and they were treating Mo Han's wounds.

Chen Anran quickly walked to the bedside and bent down to examine her. Mo Han's breathing was weak but even. The wounds on her shoulder and abdomen had been carefully bandaged, and faint traces of light brown ointment were visible under the bandages. Feng Changyuan was putting a set of silver needles into a cloth bag and said in a low voice, "The external wounds have been treated, but the internal injuries are severe, and there are signs of depletion in her meridians."

"When will she wake up?" Chen Anran asked.

Feng Changyuan shook his head: "It's hard to say. We gave her medicine to calm her mind and strengthen her constitution, but her consciousness seems to have been impacted as well, and she has become very withdrawn."

Feng Wenyuan said in a deep voice from the side, "Young friend Chen, what do you think of this matter? Mo Han is a direct disciple of Zhang Tianshi, and her appearance here in this state coincides with the timing of the 'Holy Maiden' incident..."

Chen Anran withdrew his hand, his gaze falling on Mo Han's furrowed brows: "She has a secret, a secret that is probably related to the death of Zhang Tianshi." He turned to Feng Wenyuan, "Senior Feng, who else knows about her discovery?"

"Only a few people who were present at the time were trusted members of our own family," Feng Wenyuan said. "I have already given orders to keep quiet."

Chen Anran nodded: "This matter will be kept confidential for now."

Feng Yue suddenly spoke up: "The sword in her arms." He pointed to the corner of the wall, where Mo Han's sheathed longsword was leaning against the wall. "The sword has the scent of blood on it, but it's not her blood."

Chen Anran walked over, but did not draw his sword. He simply brushed his spiritual power lightly across the scabbard. The scabbard trembled slightly, and a faint aura of malevolence seeped out. Although it had mostly faded, it was still discernible that it belonged to someone else.

The attic fell silent for a moment.

Sunlight streamed obliquely through the window grille, casting wisps of dust within the beams of light. The faint sounds of street noise drifted from below.

Chen Anran pondered for a moment and said, "Please settle the person here first, and trouble Senior Feng and the two senior brothers to take good care of him."

"Okay," Feng Wenyuan replied.

At this moment, Feng Changyuan also said, "There is a quiet room in the backyard of Baicao Pavilion, where valuable medicinal herbs are usually stored. Few people go there. We can move her there, where it will be more secluded."

Thank you for your trouble.

Chen Anran glanced at the unconscious Mo Han one last time before taking his leave.

Feng Changyuan put away the silver needle pouch, his gaze sweeping over the unconscious Mo Han on the bed, and finally landing on Feng Yue, who stood by the window with his hands behind his back.

He coughed lightly, walked to Feng Yue's side, and said in a gentle but clear voice, "Fourth Uncle, the person is gone."

Feng Yue grunted an "Mmm" through his nose, but didn't move, still gazing at the street scene outside the window.

Knowing his fourth uncle's temperament, Feng Changyuan didn't mince words and said directly, "Just now, when Fellow Daoist Chen was here, you didn't say a word to him. Are you still holding a grudge against him for what happened before?"

Feng Yue whirled around, his white eyebrows bristling as if his tail had been stepped on: "Why should I be angry with him? He's now a pillar of the Yunyin Sect, renowned far and wide. Do I, Feng Yue, an old man nearing the end of my life, deserve to be angry with him?"

These words were spoken bluntly and barbedly, so much so that even Feng Lie, who was tidying up his medicine box, looked up at them.

Feng Changyuan, however, remained calm and composed, and instead smiled, "Fourth Uncle, look at Feng Lie." He pointed to his younger brother, "Back then, Feng Lie and Chen Anran had a very fierce falling out, but now they've reconciled and their relationship is becoming more and more harmonious."

Feng Lie was called out by name, and he scratched the back of his head awkwardly, saying, "Brother, why bring me up... that's all in the past."

"The past?" Feng Changyuan looked at Feng Yue, his tone earnest. "Fourth Uncle, in retrospect, our patriarch's choice was not wrong. You've witnessed and even personally experienced Fellow Daoist Chen's character and abilities, as well as the profound foundation and grandeur of the Yunyin Sect these past few days. Do you still have any doubts? Even if there were some unpleasantness at the time, it was the path our sister chose. Why hold onto this knot in your heart and needlessly distance yourself from someone truly worthy of your friendship?"

Feng Yue's expression changed, his lips moved as if he wanted to refute, but he was speechless for a moment.

"I..." He opened his mouth, but in the end he just stiffly turned his face away, his voice lowered, with a hint of awkwardness, "Who's distant? I'm just... not good at being polite with young people."

Seeing that his tone had softened, Feng Changyuan knew that he had already made up his mind, so he didn't say anything more. He just gently patted Feng Yue's arm: "Fourth Uncle, the relationship between our Feng family and Yunyin Sect is no longer that of a simple guest and host. Xiaolu is here, and we are here. In the days to come, we will probably have to support each other. Some things should be let go."

Feng Yue didn't answer, but his gaze drifted out the window again, towards the direction of the Cloud Hidden Sect's mountain gate in the distance. After a long while, he let out a very soft hum, it was impossible to tell whether he agreed or disagreed, but his tense shoulders and back seemed to relax a little.

He turned around, walked to Mo Han's bedside, looked at her complexion, and said to Feng Changyuan, "I'll go see how the quiet room in the backyard is being prepared. We need to move her there as soon as possible; it's not safe here after all."

After saying that, he walked downstairs.

Feng Lie moved closer to Feng Changyuan and said with a smile, "Big brother, you're the only one who can persuade Uncle Si, that stubborn mule."

Feng Changyuan shook his head, his gaze distant: "It's not that I have a way, it's just that Fourth Uncle already understood. It's just that he's too proud to admit it and needs a way out."

Feng Wenyuan smiled at this moment, his eyes filled with satisfaction as he looked at his son.

"Alright, let's move Fellow Daoist Mo Han first, we can talk about other things later."

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