The flying ship cut through the sky with its full speed like it was going to a war though it only stopped a single person.
Although the Flying-Ship was going at full-speed, Mu Yuelan’s speed was even faster.
And with her Void Refinement Realm, there was no need for her to worry about her Qi depleting just from flying.
Bai Zihan stood near the front of the vessel, arms crossed, brow furrowed as he stared ahead at the endless stretch of clouds.
The Bai Clan’s territory was still a distance away, but every second they wasted felt like another step closer to disaster.
Behind him, Grand Elder Bai Ren leaned lazily against the railing, arms tucked inside his sleeves, looking far too relaxed given the situation.
“Shouldn’t you be doing something?”
Bai Zihan asked, finally breaking the silence.
“Hm?”
Bai Ren opened one eye.
“I mean, shouldn’t you go and stop mother?”
Bai Zihan continued.
“She’s heading to kill Father. That sounds like something a Grand Elder should get involved in.”
Bai Ren sighed, stroking his beard.
“Even if I stop her temporarily, what then? She’ll still be angry. The issue will still be there. Delaying a confrontation doesn’t remove the conflict—it just makes it explode later. Better to let them solve it themselves.”
Bai Zihan stared at him.
“That’s your excuse?”
“Excuse? It’s wisdom, boy!”
Bai Ren grinned.
Bai Zihan let out a long breath and looked away.
But even as he complained, he knew the Grand Elder had a point.
He wouldn’t have gotten involved either—if the whole mess didn’t revolve around him.
He ran a hand through his hair in frustration.
“Damn it! Mother is speeding up again.”
***
It took less than a fourth of the time to return to the Bai Clan from the Mu Clan than it had taken to travel the other way.
And the reason was obvious.
Mu Yuelan was flying furiously, blazing through the sky, her spiritual aura sweeping across the clouds like a raging storm.
She soon reached the gates of the Bai Clan Estate, which were heavily guarded by powerful cultivators.
At first, some guards instinctively assumed it was an attack and prepared to stop her.
But the moment they recognized who it was—Mu Yuelan—they quickly froze.
As the wife of the Clan Leader and someone of high status, none of them dared block her path, especially when she was this furious.
“Tsk!”
Bai Zihan clicked his tongue in annoyance, watching the guards timidly step aside.
He understood their hesitation… but still found it pathetic.
Though, truth be told, he probably would’ve done the same in their shoes.
“I’m going after her!”
Bai Zihan declared, leaping from the flying ship and heading straight for his father’s study.
***
Inside the Bai Clan – Bai Tianheng’s Study
BANG!
The heavy double doors of the Clan Leader’s study exploded open, slamming against the walls with a deafening crash.
Wood splinters scattered across the floor as a gust of spiritual pressure flooded the hallways.
Bai Tianheng, seated behind his jade-inlaid desk, immediately rose to his feet.
He had been calmly reviewing clan records—but now his eyes narrowed, sharp and wary.
“Who dares—”
His words cut off as he recognized the figure standing in the wrecked doorway.
“Yuelan?!”
Mu Yuelan didn’t spare him a greeting.
“BAI TIANHENG!”
Her voice roared like thunder.
In a flash, she crossed the room and grabbed him by the collar of his robes, yanking him forward with such force he nearly toppled over the desk.
“What are you—?!”
Bai Tianheng staggered, stunned.
Even as a cultivator in the Great Ascension Realm, he had been completely caught off guard.
His wife—though still in the Void Refinement Realm—was clearly just a step away from breaking through, and her strength showed it.
He stared at her, stunned.
Not even when he scolded her when she had taken Bai Xinyue’s Dao Bone to give to Bai Zihan had she reacted like this.
His heart sank.
(What did Zihan do this time?)
Of course, that was his assumption based on how angry his wife was.
Their son had grown bolder lately, but had he caused something serious enough for Yuelan to fly across the empire in full rage?
“Wait! Yuelan! Calm down—just tell me what happened!”
“You dare ask what happened?!”
She shouted, her spiritual pressure flaring again. The walls creaked from the strain.
Bai Tianheng’s mind raced.
“Did someone attack the Mu Clan?”
“No!”
She shook him again.
“Then what? Did Zihan cause some disaster?”
“NO!”
“Then what in the heavens—?!”
“You arranged our son’s engagement behind my back!”
“…”
Silence!
Utter silence!
Bai Tianheng froze.
Mu Yuelan’s grip tightened.
“I had my reasons.” Bai Tianheng replied cautiously.
“Oh? Please, pray tell.”
She said, tone dripping with sarcasm.
He cleared his throat.
“First of all… you know Zihan’s position as heir has always been shaky. Many elders have questioned him. This engagement with Chu Ziyan would solidify his status and provide a powerful ally. She’s talented, and she could help protect him in the future.”
“So you arranged a political marriage to secure power for the clan.”
She smiled coldly. “Basically, you’re selling off my son to get the Chu Clan’s help and their genius to join your clan. Got it!”
(You’ve got nothing!!)
Bai Tianheng screamed internally.
But showing that anger now would only worsen things.
“Yuelan, you’re overthinking it. Yes, I should have consulted you—but you were in seclusion and the situation was urgent. And Zihan’s of age, and marriage is the natural next step. Moreover, Chu Ziyan is a good match for our son.”
He thought this would calm her down.
He was wrong.
Her expression darkened further.
“BAI TIANHENG, do you seriously think I’m angry because you didn’t inform me?”
“…Isn’t that it?”
Bai Tianheng asked, now honestly confused.
She shook her head slowly.
“Then why?”
He asked confusedly.
“It’s because I already promised our son’s hand to someone else.”
Bai Tianheng blinked.
“Who did you promise?”
“Qin Wulei!”
Yuelan answered.
Bai Tianheng was even more surprised when he heard the name.
“You mean… you were going to have Zihan marry…”
“Yes, to Xinyue!”