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

Zou Mubai's eyes were like a drawn sword, sharp and deep, as if they could see into the darkest corners of people's hearts. He wanted to dissect the subtle thoughts and hidden secrets in Ying Guangyuan's heart one by one and reveal them in broad daylight.

Under this invisible pressure, Ying Guangyuan felt all the hairs on his body stand up, and an indescribable discomfort ran through his body like an electric current.

However, facing the powerful pressure from Zou Mubai that seemed to be able to crush mountains and rivers, even if he was unwilling in his heart, he could only put on a bitter face.

He managed to force out a smile that was uglier than crying, and said intermittently: "Well... I can't explain it clearly, but I heard from the elders that the last head of Wan Jing Sect, who was also my great master, was both in awe and fear of that great uncle. My great master once declared to the public that the great uncle's cultivation was unfathomable, and if he could join our Wan Jing Sect, he would definitely protect our disciples from being bullied when they were out there..."

Over the years, Ying Guangyuan has already heard the legend about his "uncle master".

Although no one has ever seen this legendary figure in the sect in person, his name is like a brand, deeply engraved in the hearts of every disciple of the Pure Land Sect.

Just a few days ago, he had the good fortune to witness the elegance of this legendary great-uncle master with his own eyes, and the shock in his heart has not subsided yet.

At this moment, facing Zou Mubai's aggressive gaze, Ying Guangyuan just asked this question casually to ease the sudden awkward atmosphere, but he never expected that the person in front of him would react so intensely.

Moreover, the eagerness and gloom flashing in his eyes clearly revealed that there seemed to be some unpleasant relationship between him and his "uncle master".

Thinking of this, Ying Guangyuan's heart sank suddenly, as if a huge rock was pressing on his chest, making it difficult for him to breathe.

An ominous premonition quickly spread in his mind.

Will these people become enemies with the entire Wanjing Sect because of the grudges with their "uncle master"?

As soon as this thought came to his mind, his face turned even paler and he secretly groaned in his heart.

When Zou Mubai heard this, his eyes suddenly froze, as if he was being pulled tightly by an invisible force, and his thoughts raced.

The previous leader, could it be that he already knew Ji Mohan’s true identity?

He suppressed the turmoil in his heart, and continued to stare at Ying Guangyuan with a face that was so gloomy that it seemed like water could drip out of it, and asked word by word, "Where is your previous leader now?"

Every word seemed to carry a tremendous force, oppressing Ying Guangyuan to the point where he could hardly breathe.

When Ying Guangyuan heard this, a look of surprise first flashed across his face, which was then replaced by embarrassment.

He shook his head helplessly, and said with a wry smile: "My fellow Taoist, to be honest, our great-grandmaster passed away several years ago and ascended to heaven." There was a hint of sadness and nostalgia in his words.

Although the cultivators in the spiritual world have a lifespan far longer than that of ordinary people, it still has an end.

In this vast spiritual world, the highest realm of cultivation is only the Spirit Transformation Stage, and the lifespan of a cultivator in the Spirit Transformation Stage can only extend to about eight hundred years.

When Ying Guangyuan's master's life span was about to end, in order to prolong his life and to break through the unattainable stage of transformation, he took risks at all costs.

However, the laws of nature are ruthless, and thunder tribulations are even more cruel.

At the critical moment of advancement to the Spirit Transformation Stage, Master’s body was ultimately unable to withstand the baptism of heavenly thunder, and he ultimately died on the spot in that thrilling thunder calamity, transforming into a wisp of green smoke between heaven and earth.

Thinking back on the legendary life of his master and his unfulfilled ambitions before his death, Ying Guangyuan couldn't help but feel an indescribable sadness in his heart.

He lowered his head silently, as if paying his deepest respects to the deceased sage.

Zou Mubai, on the other hand, was listening quietly at the side, with a complicated look in his eyes, as if he was thinking about something.

At this time, He Ronger, who had been standing aside and listening quietly for a while, frowned, as if his heart was entangled with countless complicated thoughts.

She had just experienced a resurgence of memory, and the forgotten past came back like a tide. At the same time, everything she had experienced in this life was still clearly engraved in her mind. Therefore, she naturally knew the "grandmaster uncle" that Senior Brother Zou and Headmaster Ying frequently mentioned.

He Ronger's eyes were firm and sharp. She decided to ask Ying Guangyuan tentatively, hoping to get more information about the founder of Wanjing Sect from the abbot.

"Master Ying," she said slowly, with a barely perceptible dignity in her voice, "Do you know the whereabouts of your founding master?"

When Ying Guangyuan heard this, a look of surprise flashed across his face.

Obviously, he had not expected He Ronger to suddenly bring up such a sensitive and ancient topic.

He was slightly stunned and was about to shake his head to indicate that he didn't know, but when he raised his eyes, he caught the barely perceptible calmness and composure in the eyes of He Ronger and Zou Mubai.

This subtle change in expression, like a bolt of lightning, instantly struck his heart, causing an indescribable shock to surge in his heart.

His eyes suddenly widened, and he asked in disbelief, "Could it be... Could it be that you two fellow Taoists know the whereabouts of my founding master?"

His voice trembled slightly with excitement, and his face revealed an excitement that was difficult to conceal.

This sincerity and urgency are by no means pretentious, and make people involuntarily believe that he really knows nothing about the whereabouts of the founding master, and his heart is full of desire and expectation.

"You really don't know the whereabouts of your founding master?"

He Ronger's voice was low and cold, and every word seemed to contain a tremendous amount of force, carrying an unquestionable pressure that went straight into the depths of Ying Guangyuan's soul.

Ying Guangyuan's face turned extremely pale and he kept shaking his head, as if trying to prove his innocence and helplessness.

"I really don't know. Ever since I took over the position of the headmaster, I have been searching for the whereabouts of the founder all the time. This responsibility, this mission, is like a huge rock pressing on my heart, making me unable to sleep at night and lose my appetite."

His words were filled with deep self-blame and helplessness, as if he was telling He Ronger about his hardships and efforts over the years.

"Before Master passed away, he held my hand tightly, his eyes full of hope and reluctance. He told me that the founder of our sect disappeared in a catastrophe a thousand years ago and there has been no news since then.

He told me that as a disciple of Wan Jing Sect, I must do my best to find the whereabouts of the founder, to carry on his legacy, and to carry forward Wan Jing Sect in the future. "

At this point, a hint of determination and resoluteness flashed in Ying Guangyuan's eyes, but was immediately replaced by deep loss.