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

The sudden change in the dining hall area was like a stone thrown into water, instantly causing ripples in the outer gate of Wanjing Sect. The originally orderly atmosphere was replaced by an invisible panic.

This sudden situation not only affected the daily food supply, but also affected the important assessment process that was about to take place, causing the entire outer gate area to fall into a subtle chaos and unrest.

Those monks who passed the first trial threshold together with He Ronger and Xu Chong were full of expectations and anticipation for the second test. They were ready in the early morning and gathered at the designated location.

However, as time passed, the originally promised assessment guide - Wan Jingzong's disciples or elders - had yet to show up, and a sense of anxiety and confusion gradually filled the air.

This sentiment spread quickly among the monks like wildfire.

Many of them have traveled through mountains and rivers and gone through untold hardships for this opportunity, but now they seem to have been ruthlessly forgotten in this empty wait.

Finally, some people couldn't hold back their dissatisfaction and began to discuss in low voices.

Then they gathered into a force that could not be ignored, and walked to the door of the outer affairs processing hall, hoping to get a clear answer or explanation.

"As a famous and powerful sect, how can the Wanjing Sect treat us, the sincere learners, so lightly?" a monk shouted indignantly, with some disappointment and anger in his voice that was hard to conceal.

"Yes, even if there is an emergency that requires adjustment of the assessment arrangements, there should always be a notification so that those of us who have come from afar can be prepared!" Another monk echoed, and a chorus of echoes immediately rang out around him.

Facing this group of emotional monks, a young-looking but stern-looking disciple slowly walked out of the hall.

He stared at everyone with a sharp gaze, and his tone was cold: "Everyone, our Wanjing Sect has its own rules and considerations. What happened today was unexpected, but it was not intentional. If anyone does not want to wait any longer, or has the intention to quit, the door is open and you can leave at any time."

Although these words were brief, they revealed an unquestionable majesty, which instantly quieted the originally noisy scene.

After the young disciple finished speaking, he turned around and walked into the hall without looking back, leaving a group of monks looking at each other in bewilderment, with mixed feelings in their hearts.

They originally thought that so many people could put some pressure on Wan Jingzong, but they didn't expect that the other party didn't care at all.

Now everyone learned their lesson and turned away.

They all spent a lot of effort to come to Wanjing Sect, and being able to pass the first level of the assessment took a lot of effort and resources. How could they fail because of such a small thing?

Inside the dining hall, time seemed to have stopped. All the noise around was isolated. Only He Ronger was immersed in boundless enlightenment.

Spiritual energy gradually gathered around her body like morning mist, becoming increasingly dense and pure, gleaming with a faint glow and enveloping her figure in a dreamlike state.

This fluctuation of spiritual power not only caused subtle changes in the environment within the dining hall, it also seemed to have crossed the boundaries of space and touched upon unknown secrets deep within the Wanjing Sect.

In a remote and almost forgotten courtyard of the Wanjing Sect, the long-standing silence was broken by a sudden vision.

A faint and strange sound suddenly rang out on the path that was originally overgrown with weeds and desolate.

That was the metallic collision sound caused by the collision of iron chains. At first, it was so subtle that it was almost imperceptible, but as the spiritual power fluctuations released by He Ronger's enlightenment continued to increase, the sound seemed to be given life, gradually becoming clear and harsh, penetrating the silence of the courtyard, foreshadowing some unknown awakening.

Zou Mubai and Fei Xiuwen, two cultivators with profound cultivation and rich experience, did not dare to slack off from beginning to end.

While guarding He Ronger, they separated a wisp of their spiritual consciousness, which was like a sensitive spider web, densely covering every corner of Wanjing Sect, capturing any possible movement.

When the strange sound coming from the side courtyard reached their perception, their expressions instantly became solemn and complicated.

"Could it be Ying Qi?" Fei Xiuwen's voice was filled with excitement and uncertainty that were difficult to conceal.

His eyes were fixed on the void, as if they could penetrate all the obstacles and look directly at the person he had missed for a long time.

Upon hearing this, Zou Mubai didn't say much, but a hint of determination and expectation flashed in his eyes.

He knew very well that no matter what the reason, the unusual movement at this moment was extremely unusual and might be the key to solving the mystery that had plagued him for many years.

So, he mobilized the spiritual power in his body without hesitation, and with a flash of his body, he turned into a wisp of smoke, left the dining hall quietly, and headed straight for the side courtyard where the sound came from.

Fei Xiuwen looked back at He Ronger who was still in epiphany, winked at Xu Chong opposite him, then turned around and chased after Zou Mubai.

The cultivation levels of the two were unfathomable. They moved silently among the intricate buildings of the Wanjing Sect. Even the most vigilant inner disciples and experienced outer elders were unaware of their whereabouts.

They quickly and accurately locked onto the strange sounds originating from the remote courtyard, as if two invisible winds lightly swept across every corner of the Wanjing Sect.

In a blink of an eye, Zou Mubai and Fei Xiuwen had quietly arrived in front of the mottled courtyard gate.

The two of them stopped at the same time. The faint spiritual energy fluctuations emanating from their bodies intertwined with the complex atmosphere in the courtyard, making them feel an unusual atmosphere in an instant.

Zou Mubai's expression became more and more solemn, his deep eyes seemed to be able to penetrate the dust of time and look directly at the glory and vicissitudes of the past.

He stared at the deserted yard in front of him, feeling an indescribable emotion in his heart.

The floodgates of memory seemed to be quietly pushed open by an invisible force, and the scenes from a thousand years ago slowly unfolded in his mind like a picture scroll.

The yard was so full of vitality and spring at that time!

The peonies in the garden are in full bloom, some are red like fire, some are pink like clouds, and some are white like snow, making the entire courtyard look like a fairyland, which is so beautiful.

Whenever the little sister visits Wan Jing Zong because of boredom, this becomes her favorite resting place, filled with laughter and warm times.

However, times have changed and things and people are no longer the same.

The yard in front of me has long lost its former prosperity and vitality. It is now overgrown with weeds and barren. Even the air is filled with a faint sense of sadness and loneliness.

Zou Mubai knew very well that this was not just the decline of the courtyard, but also the passing of that beautiful time, as well as the helpless sigh for the ill-fated fate of Ying Qi and his junior sister.

He took a deep breath, suppressed the waves in his heart, exchanged a complicated look with Fei Xiuwen, and then resolutely pushed the door of the courtyard that carried so many memories and secrets.