Every moment in the confinement chamber was unbearable. When they finally emerged, Feng Heyun and the other three were numb, their eyes dull and devoid of any light.

If not told, who would guess that they were the four spirited disciples of Master Lingxiao?

Lingxiao Zhenren stepped in slowly, standing before them with his hands behind his back, like a banished immortal.

He coldly said to the group, "Do you know your mistake?"

Upon hearing Lingxiao Zhenren's voice, their eyes gradually focused, and they began to react.

But none of them answered Lingxiao Zhenren's question.

They owed Shen Sangruo too much and made too many mistakes. What they did in the sect competition was to atone for their sins, and it was what they should have done.

What they did was the right thing to do.

Lingxiao Zhenren frowned almost imperceptibly. The behavior of these people had greatly affected the reputation of Zhenlin Peak, and he had long since lost patience with them.

"They've all become mute after just a few days in solitary confinement?"

"I ask you, do you know your mistakes?"

Looking at Lingxiao Zhenren's cold and stubborn expression, Wen Xuan felt a bitter pain in his heart.

They finally understood how Shen Sangruo felt when she was forced to admit her mistakes.

However, they couldn't watch Lingxiao Zhenren continue making mistakes.

“Master, we did nothing wrong.” Wen Xuan looked up and met Lingxiao Zhenren’s gaze directly.

As he spoke, the air pressure around him suddenly dropped.

Ignoring everything else, Wen Xuan knelt at Lingxiao Zhenren's feet, tightly gripping his lower robe, his voice choked with sobs, "Master, please stop being so stubborn, Bai Mumu really isn't a good person!"

“She is not as innocent as she appears. She is truly evil, and we have all been deceived by her.”

"Xiao Ruo, she..."

The words were cut short as Wen Xuan was sent flying by Lingxiao Zhenren's flick of his sleeve, crashing heavily against the wall.

His expression was full of disgust.

Wen Xuan had always been gentle and polite in his eyes, but now he had repeatedly disobeyed him. When did he become so erratic?

Before he could speak to Wen Xuan, the other three knelt down at his feet.

"Master, what should we do if Shen Sangri's feelings for us disappear?"

"Master, if we don't realize this soon, she really won't come back!"

“Master, Bai Mumu is the one with deep scheming. She has been framing Shen Sangruo all along.”

When Lingxiao Zhenren met their pleading eyes, he felt an inexplicable anger rise in his heart.

He flicked his sleeve and shoved them aside, "Nonsense!"

Without a second thought, he assumed the content of the statement was fabricated.

They have become so obsessed with Chen Sangruo that they have no credibility whatsoever.

"I have my own eyes. I know better than you how Chen Sangruo and Mu Mu are. I don't need you to remind me." Lingxiao Zhenren's tone was terrifyingly cold.

Even if Bai Mumu really lied to them, it cannot whitewash Shen Sangruo's actions. He knows perfectly well what he has done.

Lingxiao Zhenren snorted coldly, "It seems you still don't know your mistakes. Go back to your caves and reflect on your actions. You are not allowed to leave until you have reflected clearly."

Upon hearing this, the group's eyes widened in shock. If they were confined, how could they find Shen Sangruo and restore her feelings for them?

However, Master Lingxiao did not give them any chance to refute. With a wave of his hand, he teleported them directly back to their respective caves.

They also placed a restriction on them, which would not be lifted until they admitted their mistake.

Back in their respective caves, the four of them slumped to the ground, powerless against the protective barriers, their eyes filled with despair and helplessness.

Shen Sangri already has a new master and new senior brothers and sisters by her side, and she will soon completely forget about them. They must find a way to stop this.

But their master doesn't believe them at all. What should they do?

They sat silently in the cave day after day.

After an unknown amount of time, a wisp of black mist easily passed through the barrier, spread across the ground, and finally gathered in front of the four people.

The sudden appearance of the black mist immediately drew their attention and alerted them.

"What...is this?" Wen Xuan stared at the leaping and floating black mist before him. "Why can it pass through Master's restrictions?"

As he flickered with spiritual energy, about to disperse the black mist, a human voice rang out from within the mist.

"I am the remnant soul of the Lord of Guantian Pavilion. I was drawn here by your confusion and helplessness, and I can answer your questions."

"The Pavilion Master of Guantian Pavilion?" Wen Xuan's expression was one of shock.

The Guantian Pavilion existed hundreds of years ago and was composed of a group of cultivators skilled in divination. As long as they paid a certain price, they could divine and predict anything.

However, it was later revealed that they were actually a group of evil cultivators who took the opportunity to devour the souls of those seeking help in order to resist the punishment brought about by peeking into the secrets of heaven.

The Wanling Palace then led dozens of sects to surround and annihilate them, causing a sensation in the cultivation world, and the matter spread widely in the cultivation world.

The leader of the evil cultivators, Guantian Pavilion Master, also perished in that siege.

Unexpectedly, a wisp of his soul escaped.

Wen Xuan stared at the black mist, his fingers constantly rubbing together, lost in thought, and remained silent for a long time.

In the past, he would never have associated with such an evil person.

But now, he really has no other choice.

He just wanted to know how to win back Shen Sangruo's feelings for them.

Even knowing that the other party was an evil cultivator, at the moment, the remnant soul of the Guantian Pavilion Master was his best choice.

After a long silence, he finally spoke as if he had made up his mind: "What price do I have to pay? You want my soul?"

"Good that you understand. I will take a wisp of your soul and tell you everything you want to know. Do you want to make a deal with me?"

"I'll make a deal with you."

He was willing to exchange his soul for it.

Seeing that Wen Xuan answered without hesitation, the black mist twisted uncontrollably before asking, "What do you want to know?"

"I want to know why Xiaoruo's feelings for us disappeared, and whether they can be regained?" Wen Xuan asked in a deep voice, with a hint of urgency.

After a moment, the black mist replied, "Her feelings for you have been ripped away."

"It was just extracted, not disappeared? Does that mean it can be retrieved?" Wen Xuan's voice suddenly became agitated. "Why were her emotions extracted?"

The black mist answered his questions one by one, "Yes, yes, she chose to withdraw voluntarily."

Wen Xuan's heart ached. It was her own choice. She had already given up on them, hadn't she?

However, the appearance of the remnant soul of the Pavilion Master of Guantian means that they still have a chance to make amends and salvage the situation.

With this in mind, Wen Xuan's confidence was rekindled.

"So, how can we get her back the emotions that have been taken away from her?"

“Her detached emotions depend on things or events that cause her regret. Once her regrets are addressed, her emotions can return.”

“A regrettable thing or event…” Wen Xuan pondered for a moment, then suddenly looked up, “A pass token!”