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

Lying on the cold ground, the once ferocious "monster" seemed to have let down all its defenses and hostility, and was greedily enjoying this rare peace and breathing opportunity.

As the power of life slowly flowed back, its eyes, which had once flashed with wildness and violence, gradually returned to their original deep black, clear and bright, as if they could see into people's hearts.

When these eyes focused again on He Ronger, who was standing not far away with a concerned look on her face, what was revealed was not only the relief of surviving the disaster, but also indescribable gratitude and excitement, as if to say: "Thank you for giving me a new life."

As time went by, amazing changes began to happen to it quietly.

The rough hair that once covered his entire body fell away softly, one by one, as if being brushed by a spring breeze, revealing the delicate, new skin underneath.

At the same time, its facial features have become more harmonious through subtle adjustments, with smooth lines, revealing an otherworldly temperament, which is completely different from its previous beast form.

Zou Mubai remained vigilant and noticed the changes of the "Warcraft" almost immediately.

He reacted quickly, and without hesitation, he pulled up He Ronger who was about to go forward to check, and in an almost protective manner, led her to turn around, giving enough respect and privacy to the life that was undergoing transformation.

Then, Zou Mubai deftly took out a brand new piece of clothing from the storage bag he carried with him and carefully put it on the person who was no longer a "monster".

As the clothes fell gently, everything seemed to be settled.

After about a quarter of an hour of quiet time, there seemed to be a subtle scent of transformation lingering in the air.

Suddenly, a voice as gentle as jade and as pleasant as a mountain spring broke the silence again.

"Thank you, little junior sister! I will always remember your help." The voice was full of sincerity and warmth, as if it could dispel all doubts and coldness.

He Ronger's heart trembled when she heard this. She turned around involuntarily and her eyes met the man in front of her who had just undergone a transformation and was now very elegant.

He stood there, neatly dressed, handsome, with an otherworldly temperament between his brows, completely different from the previous image of "Warcraft".

She looked at him, a smile unconsciously rising up on the corners of her mouth, and blurted out almost instinctively: "Senior Brother Ying, I'm glad you're okay." Her words were full of concern and relief.

However, as soon as he finished speaking, He Ronger suddenly froze, and the smile on her face gradually froze.

Junior sister? This title made her feel both surprised and confused.

She clearly remembered that this was the first time she met the man in front of her, so why did she feel such a strong sense of familiarity?

This familiarity seemed to transcend the boundaries of time and space, causing ripples in her heart.

She stood there in a daze, her thoughts racing.

Blurry images flashed through her mind. Although the images were not clear, they carried an indescribable sense of intimacy, as if they were some fragments that she had lost deep in her memory.

She tried hard to grasp these fragments and piece them together into a complete memory, but in the end she dropped her hands powerlessly, allowing the familiar yet strange feeling to linger in her heart.

"Junior sister, what's wrong with you?" Senior Brother Ying asked with concern upon seeing this.

His voice was gentle and magnetic, making He Ronger feel at ease.

She shook her head, trying to put aside the doubts and confusion in her heart for the time being, and responded with a smile: "Nothing, I just suddenly felt a little emotional. Brother Ying, who are you? Why are you here?"

When Ying Qi heard this, a complex emotion flashed in his eyes, as if he had something to hide.

At the same time, he realized that with the passage of time, things and people have changed. Although the graceful girl in front of him still has some traces of the past in her face, she is no longer the innocent little sister who always follows him in his memory.

She should have forgotten the time they spent together and forgotten him as her former senior brother.

This realization made him feel a little lonely.

But he quickly calmed down and a self-deprecating smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, as if he was mocking himself for being too obsessed with past memories.

"Senior Brother Zou, Senior Brother Fei, I'm so glad to see you're safe and sound." Ying Qi's gaze shifted away from He Ronger and turned to Zou Mubai and Fei Xiuwen who were standing beside them, his eyes flashing with genuine joy and gratitude.

"The incident just now made me feel very anxious. I was afraid that I would lose control and hurt you. After all..." His words revealed a trace of fear and self-blame.

Upon hearing this, Fei Xiuwen curled up a playful smile and punched Ying Qi on the shoulder mercilessly, with a bit of intimacy and teasing between old friends.

"Hey, when did our great genius Ying become so humble? It's been such a long time since we last met, and you still haven't changed your conceited habit. But, with your current condition, do you still want to deal with the two of us? Practice for a few hundred more years!"

Upon hearing this, Ying Qi couldn't help but smile knowingly. That smile showed both his helplessness towards Fei Xiuwen's teasing and his cherishment for this friendship.

Zou Mubai, who was standing aside, still had a stern expression on his face. He stared at Ying Qi sharply, and his tone was full of seriousness that could not be questioned: "Ying Qi, what is going on? Why did you become like this? Also, where did Si Yao go? We are all very worried about him."

Ying Qi's expression gradually became gloomy, as if dark clouds had covered the clear sky, and the emotions in his heart also became extremely heavy, as if he was carrying a thousand-pound stone on his back.

He slowly closed his eyes, took a deep breath, trying to calm the waves in his heart, then firmly opened his eyes again and swept his eyes over everyone present. His eyes revealed a kind of determination and firmness, as if he had made an irreversible decision.

"This is indeed a long and complicated story," he said in a deep voice, with a barely perceptible tremor in his voice, but it also revealed an unquestionable seriousness.

As the words unfolded, Ying Qi's sight seemed to penetrate the space before him, travel through the long river of time, and return to that distant era.

His eyes became deep and distant, as if every word carried thousands of years of vicissitudes and memories.

"Thousands of years ago, in order to save our beloved sister, we spared no effort and performed a forbidden method together. However, it was a life-or-death gamble. I had to return to the Wanjing Sect to retreat and recuperate because I had exhausted all my strength. But fate is cruel. When I was at my weakest, the person closest to me betrayed me and took advantage of my weakness to lay a trap for me."

At this point, Ying Qi's voice couldn't help but be mixed with a bit of bitterness and indignation.