"Ancestor."
Huan Yu called out loudly, and the stone door closed tightly. After a while, Lan Yue whispered, "Mo Ran."
Amidst their astonished gazes, the stone door slowly opened, and a booming voice came from within: "It turns out to be an old friend visiting."
"I'm sorry for not welcoming you properly, please come in."
Just as the group was about to follow Lan Yue inside, they heard a voice say, "Old friends and the two young friends from the God Realm may come in. Huan Yu, you and the rest of you wait outside."
"Yes, Ancestor."
Huan Yu stepped aside, and the others could only stop as well. Even if they didn't want to stop, they had no choice. As Mo Ran's voice fell, Gu Xi and the others could not move an inch. It seemed that Mo Ran's words had become law, restricting their movements.
Chu Yu used the inseparable lock to secure himself and the flower, and followed Lan Yue inside.
After entering, the magic belonging to Chu Yu on Lan Jiao gradually dissipated, and she returned to her original appearance.
Mo Ran sat at the stone table, a chess game still in progress in front of him. He showed no surprise at seeing Lan Jiao, simply saying, "You've arrived."
It was as if an old friend who hadn't seen him for many years had come to visit, and judging from his appearance, he must have known all along that Lan Jiao would be resurrected.
Mo Ran held the pieces in both hands and played against himself. After a moment, he put down the pieces, looked up at them, and saw that Mo Ran was already an old man. The skin on his face and hands was like withered wood, and his white hair almost reached the ground.
Mo Ran was not surprised at all by their arrival, nor was he curious about Chu Yu and the others' identities, which meant he already knew.
Lan Jiao sat down opposite Mo Ran, picked up a white piece and placed it down, while Mo Ran played a black piece. Chu Yu and Hua Jing waited quietly to the side.
Half an incense stick later, Lan Jiao placed her last piece, "You lost."
Mo Ran glanced at the chessboard and said frankly, "I lost."
Lan Jiao chuckled lightly: "After all these years, your chess skills are still so bad."
Mo Ran wasn't annoyed. Instead, she smiled and admitted, "I humbly admit defeat in chess, Princess."
"What princess or not, my brother is long gone, and I don't know how many years I've been dead. I'm no longer a princess. It's a pleasant surprise to see an old friend again today."
Mo Ran lowered her eyes: "A princess will always be a princess."
Lan Jiao looked at Mo Ran in front of her with a serious expression and sighed, "Mo Ran, we're both getting old."
"I'm old, but the princess is still the same as before."
Mo Ran's words were true. Lan Jiao had been nurtured by Luo Yi with a large amount of spiritual power and spiritual treasures for many years. So, although she was much older than both Luo Yi and Mo Ran, she was still as graceful as a young girl, and time had not left any marks on her.
Lan Jiao looked at Mo Ran with pity and sighed, "Mo Ran, you should know why we came to see you today."
Mo Ran didn't avoid the question, but he also didn't speak. He stared blankly at the cave entrance in front of him for a long time before finally saying, "I know."
"This day has finally come; I've been waiting for it for so long."
Lan Jiao looked at the child who used to follow her around, now an old man, and felt a pang of pity. "Do you regret it?"
This time, Mo Ran answered quickly, looking at Lan Jiao with a firm gaze and saying, "Princess, Mo Ran has never regretted it for a single moment."
"Mo Ran, those were hundreds of thousands of lives. Didn't you hesitate for a second when you took them?"
Mo Ran looked at Lan Jiao and said again, "Princess, I have never regretted anything. As long as you can revive Mo Ran, it is worth it."
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