I was killed by my relatives, and I am reborn to be ruthless.

"But for so many years, we have searched the entire spirit world, from the frozen snowfields of the North to the blazing volcanoes of the South China Sea, from the vast forests of the East Desert to the endless sand sea of ​​the West Desert. We have left our footprints on almost every inch of land. We even went so far as to make enemies with other sects in the spirit world just to get a clue about the founder. However, after so many years, we still have nothing..."

His voice gradually became low, as if he was telling He Ronger a mystery that could never be solved.

The deep feeling of loss and helplessness hung over his heart like a heavy dark cloud, making him unable to let go.

After carefully observing Ying Guangyuan's every move, He Ronger and Zou Mubai felt that his behavior was completely different from those who had ill intentions and might be in collusion with Mingxiu Pavilion.

The purity and confusion revealed in his behavior completely dispelled the doubts in the two people's hearts and confirmed that this person did not have any improper dealings with Mingxiu Pavilion.

This discovery finally allowed the two people's long-tensed nerves to relax, as if a heavy burden had been lifted.

They exchanged a knowing look, and both took steps almost at the same time, walking briskly out of the dark and damp cave.

At this time, Ying Guangyuan was still immersed in his own chaotic thoughts and was completely unaware of the changes in the outside world.

When he finally came out of his thoughts and subconsciously looked back into the cave, he found that it was empty and there was no trace of anyone.

His heart suddenly tightened and he quickly ran out of the cave, wanting to look for the two friends who had just been there, but unfortunately, there was nothing around except the sound of wind and the shadows of trees.

A hint of disappointment flashed across Ying Guangyuan's eyes. He knew that he might have missed the opportunity to have further conversation with them.

However, as an indispensable member of the sect, Ying Guangyuan is well aware of the heavy responsibility he shoulders.

Although the disappointment before him made him feel a little heavy, he quickly adjusted his mentality and reminded himself not to ignore the challenges and crises facing the sect because of personal emotions.

So he took a deep breath, suppressed all his emotions in his heart, and without a moment's delay, hurriedly set out on the journey back to his residence.

After confirming Ying Guangyuan's innocence and resolving a major doubt in their hearts, He Ronger and Zou Mubai immediately quickened their pace and rushed back to the side courtyard where they were temporarily staying.

The sunlight shone through the sparse clouds, dappled onto the bluestone road, adding a bit of warmth and hope to their journey home.

When He Ronger stepped into this familiar yet unfamiliar courtyard again, her state of mind was completely different from when she left.

The previous tension and anxiety seemed to be taken away by a breeze, replaced by an indescribable sense of ease and relief. But she knew that this tranquility was only temporary, because she was still worried about another more urgent matter - the safety of Ying Qi and Si Yao.

He Ronger had no time to care about the ups and downs in her heart. Her steps were firm and quick, and she ran directly towards the room where Ying Qi and Fei Xiuwen were.

Every step seemed to speak of her anxiety and concern, as if even the air was filled with a tense atmosphere that could not be ignored.

As soon as she stepped into the room, He Ronger was shocked by the scene in front of her.

I saw several people in the room standing around the bed, each of their faces was filled with sadness and worry, and the sound of sighing was endless.

This sudden heavy atmosphere made He Ronger's heart, which had just relaxed, rise to her throat again: "What's going on? What happened?"

There was a slight tremor in her voice and her eyes scanned everyone's face anxiously, trying to find an answer.

He Ronger's voice, like a gentle spring breeze, suddenly sounded behind everyone, with a barely perceptible hint of urgency and concern.

The sudden sound interrupted the dullness and depression in the room, causing everyone to stop their movements involuntarily. They turned around almost at the same time and looked towards the source of the sound.

"Rong'er!"

There was a hint of surprise and weakness in Ying Qi's voice. He was leaning on the bed at the moment. Although his face was a little pale, his eyes were unusually bright, as if he had found the long-lost light in the darkness.

He tried hard to raise his head and look at He Ronger. The joy that flashed in his eyes was like the brightest star in the night sky, warm and dazzling.

"Rong girl!"

On the other side, Xu Chong called out, with a bit of relief in his voice. His frown seemed to relax a little when he saw He Ronger, as if he saw hope of solving the problem.

"Junior Sister!" Fei Xiuwen's voice followed closely, his tone full of joy.

He stood aside, following He Ronger's figure closely, his eyes full of trust and expectation.

He Ronger nodded in response to everyone, with a faint smile on her face.

Without any hesitation, she took a step forward and walked straight towards the bed.

As she got closer, He Ronger could clearly see a person lying quietly on the bed. Although the face was covered with scars, the once familiar outline was still recognizable.

That was Senior Brother Si Yao. An indescribable emotion suddenly surged in her heart, sadness and shock intertwined together, making it almost impossible for her to breathe.

There were many scars on Si Yao's face, some of which had already scabbed over, and some of which were still oozing blood, which looked particularly shocking.

Even the hand that was inadvertently exposed from the quilt had whip marks and knife wounds of varying depths on the back of his hand. Those scars seemed to be silently telling of the inhuman torture he had experienced.

He Ronger's heart felt like it was being tugged at by something, causing unbearable pain.

"Senior Brother Si Yao! How could this happen!" He Ronger's voice was filled with tears.

She reached out her hand nervously and gently held the scarred hand of the person on the bed.

Her fingers trembled, as if she was afraid that touching the wounds would cause Si Yao more pain.

Tears, like beads from a broken string, slid uncontrollably from her eye sockets, dripping onto the back of Si Yao's hand, intertwining with the scars.

Fei Xiuwen, who was standing aside, keenly caught the way He Ronger addressed Si Yao. His eyes suddenly lit up, and an unconcealable joy appeared on his face.

He looked at He Rong'er, his voice a little excited: "Junior sister, you...you remembered Si Yao?"

This sentence is both a question and a confirmation.

After Fei Xiuwen's reminder, Ying Qi on the side also stared at He Ronger's face with joy and expectation, as if waiting for her affirmative answer.

Seeing his brothers like this, He Ronger nodded heavily, with gratitude flashing in his eyes: "Brother Fei, Brother Ying Qi, I have remembered what happened in the past. You have suffered for me over the years!"