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

Yan Mei curled her lips and said with a smile: "This is easy. Since you don't want to become my disciple, and you claim to be good at drawing talismans, then show us your skills."

"Yes, let her draw the talisman on the spot, and let the sect master personally judge her ability." The disciples below responded one after another.

He Ronger looked a little unhappy when he saw this.

She didn't learn to draw talismans just to show it to people who had nothing to do with her.

At this moment, a man's powerful voice came from mid-air: "Let's see who dares to embarrass her!"

Upon hearing this, everyone present, including the two sect leaders, showed surprise on their faces.

"Who? Who on earth dares to act mysteriously in such an occasion? He is so arrogant."

Sect Master Hong of Lingyun Sect had a gaze as sharp as a torch at this moment, penetrating sharply through the gaps between the night and the crowd, examining everyone present one by one.

His voice was low and powerful, and every word he said was like a heavy hammer hitting everyone's heart. His furrowed brows revealed unquestionable majesty and anger.

In this tense and almost frozen atmosphere, He Ronger's heartbeat was like a drum, almost bursting out of her chest.

She clutched the corner of her clothes tightly, her fingertips turning slightly white due to the force, and her eyes eagerly shuttled through the crowd, trying to catch a glimpse of a familiar figure that might exist.

In addition to nervousness and anxiety, her eyes were also shining with anticipation and joy that were difficult to conceal. That light was like the brightest star in the night sky, penetrating through the heavy haze.

"It's Uncle Zou! That familiar and slightly mysterious aura, there's no doubt about it, it must be him!"

He Ronger muttered to herself, her voice was soft but filled with immense determination.

Ten years passed like a broad river, gently carrying away all the past events, but it could not take away her deep longing and admiration for Uncle Zou.

Uncle Zou, the elder who had given her countless instruction and care, has finally returned today?

The people around seemed to be infected by this sudden emotion. They stopped what they were doing and looked in the direction of the questioning by Master Hong with curiosity or surprise.

Soon, a black figure, like a meteor in the dark night, streaked across the sky from a distance and rushed over, bringing up gusts of wind, causing everyone present to involuntarily look up at the swift and mysterious figure.

He is tall and straight like a pine or cypress, with long hair tied up high, fluttering in the wind, revealing a sense of unruly and free and easy.

As he got closer, the indescribable aura became stronger and stronger, as steady as a mountain and as surging as a river, making people involuntarily feel awe.

When he really came in front of everyone, his originally blurry figure gradually became clear, revealing his stunning face.

This is a young man in his early twenties, with a handsome face and three-dimensional features. His brows reveal a sense of heroism and determination.

His eyes were deep and bright, as if they could see into people's hearts and accommodate everything.

Not only was his appearance outstanding, but he also had an otherworldly temperament, as if he was an immortal walking out of a painting, instantly captivating the many female disciples present.

The female disciples all looked at him with amazement and admiration. Some blushed and lowered their heads shyly; others looked at him boldly, their eyes flashing with expectation and desire.

The male disciples mostly looked at him with envy and admiration, secretly praising the extraordinary demeanor of this young man.

He Ronger stared blankly at the figure on the stage, who was only about 20 meters away from her. The emotions surging in her heart were like a tide that she could not suppress. Her eyes gradually became moist, and tears flashed, as if every drop of tears carried the thoughts and expectations of the past ten years.

She couldn't believe that the figure that had appeared in her dreams countless times was now standing in front of her so realistically.

She asked softly, in an almost whispering voice, with a hint of trembling in her feeble voice, as if she was afraid that the slightest carelessness on her part would disturb the dream and cause the person in the dream to disappear with the wind.

"Uncle Zou, is that you? This...I am not dreaming, am I?"

Her voice was full of uncertainty and expectation, and every word seemed to come from the softest place in her heart, carrying deep emotion and desire.

The noise around her seemed to have drifted away from her at this moment, and the whole world was left with only her and the familiar yet unfamiliar figure on the stage.

She stared at him closely, afraid of missing any details, wanting to confirm from his every expression and every movement that this was indeed the Uncle Zou she had been thinking about day and night.

At this moment, time seemed to freeze and the air became extremely heavy.

Zou Mubai's stern face softened immediately when he saw He Ronger's tearful eyes.

His face was no longer tense, replaced by an extremely gentle smile, which was like the warm sunshine in spring, enough to dispel all the cold and gloom.

He took light steps and walked slowly towards He Ronger, each step seemed so firm and calm.

When he stood in front of He Rong'er, the two of them were only a few feet apart, he spoke softly, his voice full of joy and tenderness of a long-lost reunion: "Rong'er, I'm back!"

This sentence is simple yet full of affection, as if it has traveled through thousands of years just for this moment of reunion.

He Ronger listened to this familiar and long-lost voice, and finally couldn't help but shed tears down her cheeks.

She looked up at Zou Mubai, the eyes that had given her so much comfort and strength were now looking at her with a smile. She felt an unprecedented sense of peace and happiness, as if all her waiting and anticipation had received the most satisfactory response at this moment.

"Uncle Zou, it's really you! That's great, you're finally back!" He Ronger's voice was full of excitement and joy. She could no longer suppress her inner emotions. She rushed forward desperately and hugged Zou Mubai tightly.

At this moment, for her, all the waiting and anticipation turned into reality before her eyes, making her feel extremely happy and satisfied.

However, this heartwarming scene did not receive the same blessings and understanding from the people present.

At first, they were surprised by Zou Mubai's sudden appearance and the obvious deep friendship between him and He Ronger.

But then, this astonishment gradually turned into dissatisfaction and speculation.

Some people began to whisper, their eyes filled with jealousy and disdain.

As a result, all kinds of malicious speculations began to spread among the crowd.

"Humph, it seems like they have a close relationship. I don't know how the leader of the Qingling Sect disciplines his disciples. He actually did something so immoral in front of everyone."

"That's right, a senior uncle and a junior, how can they be so close? How can it be so improper!"

"Maybe they are not uncle or nephew at all, but just use this identity to cover up their hidden relationship!"