The dazzling golden light swirled and condensed in the air, gradually receding, and a man with an ethereal, otherworldly figure slowly appeared.

He was dressed in a moon-white robe, its hem fluttering in the wind.

The man's face was exceptionally handsome, with exquisitely painted eyebrows, a straight nose, and lips as red as cinnabar.

Her long, jet-black hair was casually tied up with a jade hairpin, with a few strands swaying gently, adding to her ethereal beauty.

His eyes were as deep as the starry sky, and he exuded an otherworldly aura, like a celestial being untouched by worldly affairs, inspiring awe in everyone.

Upon seeing this, Xiao Feng's eyes widened in astonishment, and he thought to himself, "Is this the legendary immortal?"

The moment the man in black saw the man, the madness and murderous intent in his eyes vanished, replaced by deep awe.

His body trembled uncontrollably, his legs buckled, and he knelt on the ground with a thud, respectfully calling out, "Master!"

Dao Wu's heart was churning with complex emotions.

The reverence and attachment to the master, as well as the resentment and unwillingness that had been building up over the years, all surged into my heart like a tide at this moment.

He wanted to rush up and hug his master's legs, weeping bitterly, but he also wanted to question his master about why he had expelled him from the sect back then.

This conflicting emotion almost tore him apart.

The man's gaze was calm as still water, yet it seemed to know everything.

He spoke slightly, his voice carrying an undeniable authority: "Dao Wu, when will this cycle of revenge end?"

As he said this, the man's brow furrowed almost imperceptibly.

Although his tone was calm, every word struck Dao Wu's heart like a heavy hammer.

Upon hearing this, Dao Wu trembled violently, and the intense resentment emanating from his body slowly dissipated like ice and snow meeting the warm sun.

He knelt on the ground, buried his head in his hands, and wept bitterly like a helpless child: "Master, it was Lan Ying who harmed me back then. If it weren't for her, I wouldn't have been forced to leave Mo Yuan City and ended up in such a miserable state!"

Dao Wu's heart was in turmoil, and the pain and resentment that had been building up for years burst forth like a flood.

Images from the past kept flashing through his mind.

The humiliation of being expelled from the sect, the hardships of wandering in a foreign land, the pain of going mad during cultivation...

In his view, all of this was caused by Lan Ying.

This resentment was like a deadly poison, eroding his mind day by day, eventually pushing him into the abyss of madness.

His sobs were filled with grievance, as if he were pouring out all the pain he had endured over the years.

The man shook his head slightly, a hint of helplessness flashing in his eyes: "The decision back then was actually made by your master, and had nothing to do with Lan Ying."

Master, did Master make this?

So Master knew the truth from beginning to end?

Dao Wu's expression was as if he had been struck by lightning. He just stood there, feeling as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.

No!

He's right!

Master said that to protect Lan Ying!

That must be it!

Dao Wu seemed to be trapped in an abyss of obsession, completely unable to listen to the man's words.

He raised his head, his face streaked with tears, still roaring, "I don't care, I just hate Lan Ying! If it weren't for her..."

Dao Wu's eyes were filled with madness and obsession.

For years, he blamed all his misfortunes on Lan Ying, and this resentment had become the only motivation for him to keep living.

Even if his master denies it now, he still can't accept this fact.

Because once he accepts it, his life will lose all meaning.

Upon seeing this, the man sighed deeply, a resolute look in his eyes: "You have made a grave mistake, Dao Wu. If fate allows, let us be master and disciple again in the next life."

As he said this, a flicker of pain crossed the man's eyes.

Dao Wu was blinded by hatred; he knew that no amount of explanation would help.

Perhaps only a fresh start in the next life can mend this broken bond between master and disciple.

Seeing this scene, Xiao Feng was filled with emotion.

He thought of his master and couldn't help but feel secretly fortunate that there was no such misunderstanding between him and his master.

At the same time, he also felt a sense of respect for the ethereal man before him. To make such a resolute decision, he must have endured unimaginable pain.

After saying that, the man quickly formed a hand seal, his fingertips shimmering with light.

His movements were fluid and graceful. As he performed the hand seals, a surge of powerful spiritual energy rose around him, as turbulent as a tidal wave.

Golden light gathered around him, forming a huge cocoon of light that exuded a chilling pressure.

Dao Wu felt this deadly power, and his face instantly lost all color.

His eyes widened, his lips trembled, and his voice was filled with despair: "Master, no! I was wrong! Please give me another chance!"

However, it was all too late.

The man waved his hand lightly, and the force surged like a tidal wave, instantly engulfing Dao Wu.

Dao Wu's figure gradually dissipated in the golden light. In the last moment of his life, he seemed to finally realize that he had been blinded by hatred and missed the opportunity to reconcile with his master.

With a barely audible sigh, Dao Wu's figure vanished completely, leaving only a faint scent in the air.

Xiao Feng witnessed all of this and was deeply shocked.

"The path of cultivation is indeed perilous; a single wrong thought can lead to utter destruction," he sighed inwardly.

After dealing with Dao Wu, the man slowly turned around.

His movements were elegant and composed, and his deep, star-like eyes fell on Xiao Feng, Zhao Yuwei, and the unconscious Sima Yan, carefully examining the three of them.

Xiao Feng frowned slightly as he was being stared at.

Why are you looking at them like that?

The man's eyes softened slightly, and the corners of his mouth turned up: "The three of you, come with me."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Feng quickly picked up Sima Yan and gestured to Zhao Yuwei to follow.

He thought to himself, "Just who is this senior? How can he possess such formidable strength?"

The man's body shone with golden light once more, and the three of them only felt a flash of light before their eyes.

As the light faded, a magnificent and extremely luxurious mansion appeared before our eyes.

The tall, vermilion walls are carved with exquisite cloud patterns, and the golden glazed tiles gleam in the sunlight.

The courtyard is filled with exotic flowers and rare herbs, shrouded in spiritual energy, where cranes stroll leisurely.

Above the main gate of the mansion, a huge plaque is inscribed with three large golden characters: “Lingxiao Mansion”, written in a vigorous and powerful style.

Several boys dressed in Taoist robes were already waiting at the door.

They were young, but all of them were in high spirits.

Upon seeing the man, she immediately stepped forward and respectfully bowed, saying, "Greetings, Master!"

The boys' expressions were respectful and awe-inspiring, clearly showing their utmost reverence for the man.

The man nodded slightly, a hint of kindness in his eyes: "Arrange for these three distinguished guests to stay."

As he spoke, his gaze swept over Xiao Feng and the other two, a complex emotion unreadable in his eyes.