Chu Yan, the Hall Master, had long reconstructed the material of Lianhua Hall with materials that were invulnerable to fire and water.
Therefore the fire didn’t cause much damage.


Mo Ren knelt straight in front of the Lianhua Hall, and his eyes were full of despair.
He had no idea how long he had been kneeling in the snow and it was not until his consciousness had begun to waver that the Head of the Execution Hall appeared behind him and said with a cold voice, “Mo Ren, setting fire in the Lianhua Hall, accept your crime and receive punishment for attempting to kill its Master.” 


Mo Ren raised his face, his frozen purple lips trembled, and after a while, he said with difficulty, “Bai Hua…..no master.”


The Head of the Execution Hall felt that the man was unreasonable and explained in an almost earnest tone, “Bai Hua would be the wife by default, why won’t he be called master?”


Mo Ren seemed to have accepted this explanation.
He merely nodded, lowered his eyes, bowed his head, and obediently accepted his punishment.


In fact, he was already cold, as if there was a suffocating cold flowing through his whole body.
While panting intermittently, he asked calmly as much as possible.


“Master….what did he say?”


“The Hall Master was furious and beheaded the Chief guard of the Lianhua Hall.
The remaining guards and secret guards were held in accordance with the rules for failing to protect the Master and neglecting their duties.”


Unexpectedly, Mo Ren murmured with a smile, “Guards of Jiuzhong Hall…it should be rectified.
Even a waste like me can burn the Lianhua Hall.
Would its master’s chamber be next and still nobody would know?”


“….You are exactly what the Hall Master said.”


The Head of the Execution Hall glanced at the man who was kneeling in the snow who was waiting for death, he sighed and couldn't help but say, “Why are you being troublesome again? You know that Bai Hua is the person favored by the Hall Master, you know it is impossible to do anything about him…”


Mo Ren did not answer, but only asked dumbly instead, “If I live to survive Ling Chi's punishment later, can I see the Hall Master before I die?”


(t/n Ling Chi- the specific implementation is that the executioner uses a sharp knife to cut off the flesh of the victim piece by piece, ranging from hundreds to thousands.
The tortured often endure hours of pain before they bleed to death.)


“If you can really survive those things, according to the rules, you should be punished in front of the Hall Master before being executed.
However, that punishment, let alone how you look like now, I dare not say that you could endure Ling Chi to the end until the execution.


Hearing this, the Head of the Execution Hall felt complicated and sighed, “You….you better just commit suicide.
It’s never too late.”


Mo Ren just shook his head and begged weakly, “Mo Ren dare not escape, please asking the Head of the Execution Hall to fulfill my last wish”.


The Head of the Execution Hall only sighed again, waved his hand and asked someone to tie Mo Dao, then helplessly repeated, “Alas, why are you so troublesome…”


However, he didn’t hear the other answer anything for half a minute, he only heard the servant say in surprise, “Master, he……he fainted.”


He was only left dumbfounded and smiled bitterly in his heart. 


–It wouldn’t do until you’re punished, yet you’re still delusional about going to see the Hall Master alive? 


Shaking his head, he took a step to leave, however, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of what was clearly left in the snow where Mo Ren was kneeling just now.
He narrowed his eyes.
Two words written with his fingers in the snow were seen.


 Ming Zhi.


(t/n Ming Zhi-to demonstrate one's sincere convictions; yǐ sǐ míng zhì-to demonstrate one's sincerity by dying.)


“To express one’s will in death…” 


The Head said to himself, “But what can I do? Even though it was obviously clear, the Hall Master has not cared about you for a long time.”




Three days later, Chu Yan, the Hall Master of Jiuzhong Hall, got married.


People from all over the world had always been bold and generous, and it was never uncommon to spend a lot of money.
But this time, the style of the Master of the Jiuzhong Hall was just amazingly large.
Three thousand banquet seats, gold and silver plates; vermilion lanterns like stars, and floating red colors that looked better than clouds.


People couldn't help but admire: This background really is not comparable to ordinary sects.


The cheerful banquet continued until sunset, and then the guests gradually dissipated.
When night fell, it turned overcast, and snow floated softly, which made it even more silent and cold.


A layer of snow had accumulated on the long steps outside the Lianhua Hall, and Master Chu, the Palace Master of the Jiuzhong Hall, stood at the highest place.
His red wedding dress was not yet taken off, and his handsome face was indifferent, like the ice that never melted in the mountains for thousands of years, and only casted a faint glance at the overwhelming evil of the world.

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