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

Everyone focused their eyes on the mysterious entrance of the lava cave.

As if pulled by an invisible force, all the noise and bustle faded away quietly at this moment.

The disciples who had originally gathered at the cave entrance, slightly crowded out of curiosity or vigilance, seemed to be driven by some tacit understanding and spontaneously retreated to the sides. Their movements were so neat that they looked like a carefully choreographed dance.

Finally, a narrow passage that was just enough for one person to pass sideways appeared quietly.

Zou Mubai and Fei Xiuwen, two extremely handsome figures, walked in slowly, one after the other, at this moment that attracted everyone's attention.

Their arrival was like a spring breeze blowing across a quiet lake, stirring up ripples and making everyone present stare with bated breath involuntarily.

Zou Mubai has a posture as straight as a pine tree, his steps are steady and powerful, his facial features are three-dimensional and handsome, and he exudes an indescribable cheerfulness and confidence.

Fei Xiuwen, who followed closely behind, was like the brightest star in the night sky. Although he was not ostentatious, he had a radiance that could not be ignored. His facial features were delicate and profound, his eyes contained endless stories and wisdom, and his every move revealed a restrained and implicit beauty that transcended the mundane.

The scene of the two walking side by side instantly became the focus of everyone's attention.

The female disciples either lowered their heads shyly with blushes on their cheeks, or raised their eyes secretly, their eyes full of admiration and respect for these two mysterious figures.

Even those male disciples who usually think highly of themselves could not help but secretly admire in their hearts and feel inferior to them.

Zou Mubai said as he walked, "I used the soul beads to nourish the soul of He Tianzong, and then he entered Zhao Yun's body by chance during the sect competition ten years ago."

As soon as he finished speaking, a storm of shock surged in the hearts of several sect leaders.

The "Soul Orb" is a legendary half-step divine weapon, said to be a treasure that only existed in ancient times. Zou Mubai actually has such a thing!

Thinking of this, they looked at Zou Mubai with even more awe.

At this time, He Ronger, who was hiding in the crowd, felt a little guilty the moment she heard Uncle Zou's voice.

She left Xu Chong behind and ran here alone. If her uncle knew about this, would he be angry?

Thinking of this, He Ronger stepped back behind the crowd, hoping to leave quickly with the help of other disciples.

But just when He Ronger was about to retreat to the entrance of the lava cave, he was discovered by Fei Xiuwen who was walking behind him.

Fei Xiuwen glanced at He Ronger who was crouching and trying to escape, and then he raised his lips and shouted with a smile: "Little nephew, where are you going?"

Fei Xiuwen did not lower his voice deliberately. It echoed in the lava cave, attracting everyone's attention.

Everyone looked in the direction Fei Xiuwen was looking and saw a young disciple wearing the uniform of a Qixuan Sect disciple walking out with his back hunched.

Zou Mubai turned around when he heard the voice. He recognized He Ronger's back at a glance. He frowned and looked at Fei Xiuwen with some displeasure: "What did you call her just now?"

Fei Xiuwen did not hide it and said directly: "Nephew. You are my senior brother. She calls you uncle, shouldn't she call me uncle too?"

Zou Mubai's eyes flashed.

Forget it, Rong'er doesn't remember anything now, so let Fei Xiuwen take advantage of her for the time being.

However, it is not easy to take advantage of the junior sister. He will just wait for the junior sister to settle the account with him in the future.

A hint of gloating arose in Zou Mubai's heart.

When He Ronger heard the joking voice calling him "Junior apprentice brother", he realized that he was exposed.

Before she even turned around, she felt as if a thorn was on her back, and a few drops of sweat instantly slid down her forehead.

But with so many people watching, she couldn't just run away. She could only force out an awkward smile, turned around, smiled at Fei Xiuwen and Zou Mubai, and shouted, "Uncle Zou, Uncle Fei."

As He Ronger said this, the looks of the disciples towards her changed.

Some are filled with doubts, some with envy, and some with jealousy and suspicion.

Several sect leaders and elders who knew He Ronger were all shocked.

They could understand that this little girl was called "Uncle Zou", but when did an "Uncle Fei" appear?

Also, looking at the man's demeanor, he didn't seem like an ordinary person, so he became wary.

At this time, a disciple of the Seven Mysterious Sect recognized He Rong'er and pointed at her and shouted, "This...isn't this Elder He's eldest daughter, He Lian'er's sister He Rong'er?"

He Kangcheng and his wife and three brothers who were standing inside all turned around and looked over.

He Rong'er knew that she couldn't hide today, so she just let go. She walked in openly and finally stood not far away from He Lian'er.

Her gaze, like the dewdrops in the early morning, gently touched "Zhao Yun's" face, with a hint of subtle complexity and exploration.

However, this gaze only lasted for a moment, and then it moved away like a breeze across the lake without leaving a trace, leaving "Zhao Yun" alone with unspeakable emotions surging in her heart - confusion, desire, and a slight sense of loss.

He tried to speak, wanting to explain the misunderstandings and estrangements, but seeing He Ronger's determined look as she looked away, all the words choked in his throat and finally turned into a heavy sigh.

He Tianhong, looking at He Ronger's back, felt a complex sense of guilt and helplessness in his heart.

He was well aware of his long-term neglect and injustice towards his sister, but at this moment, facing the gazes of so many people, asking him to personally apologize to this sister whom he had not really cared about for more than ten years was tantamount to exposing his own scars in public.

In the end, he chose to escape and turned his head to the side, not looking at those eyes full of stories, in order to conceal his inner struggle and anxiety.

He Kangcheng did not seem to show much emotion about He Ronger's return. His face was as calm as water.

Xi Ruxin, who was standing next to him, was in a completely different mood. Her anger was like a volcanic eruption that was difficult to contain. When she saw He Rong'er, she could no longer hold back. She pointed at her with a trembling finger, her voice sharp with excitement: "You...you still have the nerve to come back? Did you come all the way here to see our He family make a fool of themselves?"

This daughter has never been liked by them since she was a child, so she must hate them. Now that something happened at home, she is the most qualified to laugh at them, isn't she?

Every word she said was like a sharp blade, attempting to sever the connection between the past and the present, but she also inadvertently exposed her inner fragility and anxiety.

Facing Xi Ruxin's accusations and her family's indifference, He Rong'er's eyes showed no anger or resentment. "Elder Xi, I'm not that free. I came here today just to see He Lian'er's fate with my own eyes. As for you, what do you have to do with me?"

After saying that, she turned her gaze to the somewhat embarrassed He Lian'er across from her: "He Lian'er, we meet again."