Shang Ran came to Lan Qingyu and the others. She looked at Lan Qingyu with a loving face and said, "You are Lan Qingyu. Thank you for saving my useless disciples. You have worked hard."

Lan Qingyu smiled a little embarrassedly, "It's okay."

Shang Ran looked at Lan Qingyu with some embarrassment, so she gently changed the subject, "Are you here for this inheritance as well?"

Lan Qingyu nodded, "Yes, it was your dean who invited us here."

Shang Ran raised her eyebrows, her eyes turned to Huan Kong who was not far away, and said, "You are here just in time. It is really dangerous for you to walk alone in the Nether Forest. It is good for you to come with us so that we can take care of you."

"Thank you!" Lan Qingyu responded with a smile.

Shangran talked to Lan Qingyu for a while, just wanting Lan Qingyu to be careful and not to be alienated from them, and to tell her that she could talk to them if she had anything to say. Lan Qingyu's smile was a little stiff, she always felt like she was being treated like a child.

Mo Yao couldn't stand it anymore and glared at Shang Ran. Shang Ran stopped then, but she couldn't hide her good mood.

Shangran returned to Huankong and told him about Lan Qingyu, but this made Mo Ye, the dean of the East Courtyard, unhappy. Mo Ye's face was very stiff along the way.

He was even more unhappy when he knew that Dean Huankong brought Lan Qingyu back. Mo Ye had long known that his disciple Bei Ming Junze had his arm broken by Lan Qingyu, and he had already said that if they met Lan Qingyu, they would kill him without mercy.

Thinking of Bei Ming Junze covered in blood, Mo Ye looked at Lan Qingyu with even more hostility, wishing he could strangle Lan Qingyu to death immediately.

Lan Qingyu looked at the transparent palace, which seemed very mysterious. And looking at Dean Huankong's expression, it seemed that he attached great importance to the power inside the palace. Lan Qingyu also wanted to know what was inside. If it was just the inherited power and nothing else, she didn't want to go in at all.

Originally she didn't want to go in to see what was going on, but now she really wants to go in.

Mo Yao looked at Lan Qingyu's eager look. He carefully looked at this almost transparent palace and found that this palace was just a facade. Its power was very weak and it was only suitable for practitioners below the level of warriors to enter. Maybe they could get that tiny bit of power.

Mo Yao held Lan Qingyu's hand, his eyes were far-reaching, and his tone was light, "Little Feather, this place is not suitable for you to enter. If you want to improve your strength and power, I can help you. The power here is too weak. If you go in now, you may not even get that weak power."

"Why?" Lan Qingyu didn't understand.

Mo Yao smiled evilly, "Little Feather, don't worry, I won't lie to you. The power in here is indeed not enough for you to absorb. It's like you are drinking porridge, I watched you take a sip, took it away from you and told you that you have finished drinking this porridge, do you understand?"

Lan Qingyu's face was filled with black lines. What kind of metaphor was this? "Are you trying to tell me that there might not even be a mouthful of porridge in it? It's just a name, right?"

"That's right!" Mo Yao nodded in appreciation.

Lan Qingyu lowered his eyes, thought for a moment, and said, "Are you sure?!"

"You don't believe me?" Mo Yao raised his beautiful eyebrows and asked back.

Lan Qingyu glanced at the people from Aotian Academy. There were a thousand people here. If everyone took a bite, it would not be enough. Forget it, he decided not to go.

"Okay! Let's go!" Lan Qingyu said lightly.

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