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

The breath was gentle yet a little cautious, like a child who had been reunited after a long separation. He longed for her love and care, but was afraid that his approach would be rejected or disliked.

"That breath..." He Ronger murmured to herself, her thoughts seemed to be drawn back to the moment of enlightenment.

She closed her eyes and tried hard to recall every subtle detail of the breath, trying to find more clues from it.

However, she could not grasp anything except that indescribable feeling of familiarity.

"Could it be..." He Ronger suddenly opened his eyes, a gleam of doubt flashed in his eyes, "Is that breath somehow connected to me?"

Once this thought came to her mind, it spread like wildfire, making it impossible for her to calm down.

She looked at Zou Mubai and Fei Xiuwen, her eyes full of urgency: "Have you ever noticed the source of that aura? Is it related to the unusual movement in the side courtyard?"

There was a hint of urgency in her tone.

Zou Mubai and Fei Xiuwen looked at each other and saw the same doubt in each other's eyes.

"Rong'er, did you sense anything?"

"You answer me first."

He Ronger's voice was firm and clear: "Although I have not seen the unusual movements you described with my own eyes, I do have an inexplicable throbbing in my heart. I must go and confirm some things in person."

Zou Mubai thought for a moment and said truthfully: "Yes, the unusual movement in the side courtyard may be related to you."

Hearing the affirmative answer, He Ronger no longer hesitated and rushed out of the cafeteria, her steps revealing an unquestionable determination.

Fei Xiuwen looked at He Rong'er's resolute back, frowning, his worry evident in his words. "Brother Zou, isn't this too risky? Rong'er's memory hasn't been restored yet. What if the monster is not a good one, or there are unknown dangers hidden in the side courtyard? Aren't we putting her in danger?"

Zou Mubai sighed softly and looked into the distance with deep eyes, as if he could see farther through all the obstacles.

"Xiu Wen, you and I both know that it is urgent to find Ying Qi's whereabouts. We have searched every corner inside and outside the Wanjing Sect, but still found nothing. Rong'er is different. She has a different connection with us. Perhaps it is this connection that allows her to sense clues that we cannot. Moreover, although her memory is incomplete, the mark Ying Qi left on her before may guide her to find him."

"But..." Fei Xiuwen wanted to argue, but was interrupted by Zou Mubai.

"No buts. We can't give up any hope. Besides, I'm not completely abandoning her. You and I just need to follow closely behind her and ensure her safety." Zou Mubai's words revealed an unquestionable determination. Then he moved and chased in the direction where He Ronger left.

Fei Xiuwen shook his head helplessly, but followed closely. He knew that Zou Mubai was right, they no longer had time and choice, and could only hope for He Ronger and the perception between him and Ying Qi.

The three of them walked one after the other, shuttling through the intricate roads of the sect, heading directly for the legendary side courtyard.

When He Ronger arrived at the once quiet and remote place, the scene before her was very different from what she had expected.

This place had been completely overturned by the previous fierce fighting and had become devastated. Broken debris and scattered weapons were scattered among the broken walls and ruins, and there was still a faint smell of blood and scorched earth in the air.

What is even more eye-catching is that the perimeter of the courtyard is closely guarded by layers of disciples.

They were dressed in uniform sect attire, their expressions were solemn, the magic weapons in their hands flashed with cold light, and they surrounded the entire area tightly.

The entire courtyard seemed to be built like an indestructible wall of steel, and any unauthorized approach seemed so difficult and inappropriate.

Looking at the strange yet familiar courtyard in front of her, He Ronger couldn't help but feel an inexplicable throbbing in her heart.

She took light steps, trying to get closer to the mottled door. Every step seemed to step on fragments of memory, making a heavy echo.

Just as she was about to step over the threshold, an indescribable sense of familiarity surged over her like a tide, causing her to stop involuntarily, her eyes full of confusion and suspicion.

She looked around. The layout of the courtyard, the blades of grass and trees, and even the faint scent of flowers in the air, all made her feel an indescribable intimacy and familiarity, as if this was not her first encounter but a reunion after a long separation.

However, reason told her that this was indeed her first time setting foot in the territory of Wanjing Sect, so where did this sudden sense of familiarity come from?

Just as she was immersed in the whirlpool of thoughts, unable to extricate herself, a low and stern shout interrupted her meditation.

"Stop! This is the order from the headmaster. No one is allowed to enter here without permission. Leave immediately to avoid getting into trouble!"

When several disciples at the door saw her intention to break in, they immediately stepped forward and stood ready, their tone full of unquestionable determination.

He Ronger pursed her lips tightly and stood on the threshold of the sect's gate with a firm gaze.

Her feet seemed to have taken root. No matter how turbulent the wind and clouds were around her, she never moved an inch. The persistence and determination in her heart were as solid as a rock.

Her eyes were filled with complex emotions as she kept looking around the yard.

In this tense atmosphere, Zou Mubai and Fei Xiuwen, with sullen looks on their faces, hurriedly arrived at the scene.

They recognized the Wan Jingzong disciples at the door at a glance, and they understood the intention of Master Ying's action, and their faces became even gloomier.

The two men stood side by side, approaching menacingly, with unquestionable majesty in their voices: "Get out of the way! We need to go in for something important!"

The leading Wan Jingzong disciples were initially startled by this sudden scolding, but were soon replaced by anger.

He looked up at the two young but aggressive strangers, with a trace of disdain in his eyes: "Humph, you two immature brats, dare you to act wildly on my Wanjing Sect's territory? Tell me your names, I want to see what qualifications you have to shout here!"

When Zou Mubai heard this, his face instantly turned cold.

When has a person like him ever suffered such an insult?

A biting chill emanated from his entire body. He waved his right hand lightly, and a bone-chilling cold air gathered at his fingertips.

In a flash, a crystal clear ice blade formed in the air, and with a sharp sound of breaking through the air, it went straight to the chest of the disciple.

At this critical moment, a dazzling sword light cut through the sky like lightning, swept out from the side, and hit the ice blade accurately.

The two forces collided violently in the air, causing an ear-piercing sound of metallic collision and ice chips to fly everywhere. Finally, the ice blade was shattered by the sword energy and scattered all over the ground.

"Who is here?" Zou Mubai asked coldly.