You have a good chance, I accept it.

Ye Lin was standing next to the main hall, watching this scene quietly.

After Taiheng left, Ye Lin discovered that the old man sitting above the hall was the old man he had met at the Wuming Mountain Treasure House.

He is his master-uncle, Taiheng's master, his master Taichu's master-uncle, his master-uncle.

In the end, Taiheng disappeared, and his whole person seemed to evaporate out of thin air. However, after ten thousand years, Taiheng broke through the Hedao stage and broke into the ultimate holy land with unrivaled power.

He killed the heir of the Supreme Holy Land forcefully, and then was repelled by the old antique from the Supreme Holy Land, and his whole person disappeared.

From beginning to end, Taiheng never came out to meet his master.

From then on, Ye Lin only felt the ground shaking, and the surrounding space shattered. Ye Lin closed his eyes, and the memory space suddenly collapsed.

Outside, Ye Lin slowly opened his eyes and looked at Tai Heng who was about to fall into a violent state. An inexplicable charm flashed through his eyes. No wonder this obsession has been with Tai Heng for so many years.

No wonder.

The next moment, the powerful medicinal power of the elixir suppressed the violent state, and Taiheng's eyes returned to clarity.

"Uncle, I don't think it's my uncle's fault. There's a hint of weirdness in this whole thing. There must be something that uncle doesn't know about."

"Did Uncle Master ever ask Uncle Master why he did this?"

After Ye Lin thought for a moment, he realized what was going on. Why did Uncle Master lock Tai Heng in the sect?

Hearing Ye Lin's words, Taiheng couldn't help but shake his head.

"Uncle Master, there must be something unspeakable about what Uncle Master did when he did this. You might as well ask him. Uncle Master, I am now the sect leader of Wuming Mountain. As the sect leader, I now invite you to confront Uncle Master."

Hearing Ye Lin's words, Taiheng remained silent. At this time, Ye Lin had already used his identity as the leader of the Wuming Mountain to suppress him.

"That's all, I'll go take a look."

Afterwards, Taiheng sighed. He didn't want to recall this incident before, so he never discovered anything fishy about it. Just now, he risked his life and death to review it again, and he also discovered something was wrong.

The next moment, Tai Heng's figure disappeared, while Ye Lin sat quietly and waited.

On the other side, Taiheng came underground, outside the treasure house of Wuming Mountain, stood quietly outside the cave, and then walked into the cave step by step.

The entire cave was extremely gloomy and dilapidated, and there was only one boulder in the cave. On top of the boulder, an old figure lay.

The old figure looked very painful at this time, and his whole body was trembling slightly.

Taiheng stepped forward and put his hands on the old man's shoulders, injecting a stream of spiritual energy into it, and the old man stopped trembling.

At this time, the old man slowly opened his eyes. After seeing that it was Taiheng, the old man smiled.

"You came."

Taiheng put away his right hand and walked aside, his expression extremely cold.

"Tell me what happened back then."

Taiheng's tone was extremely cold, as if the person in front of him was his enemy, not his most beloved master.

"Oh, that's all."

Hearing this, the old man sighed deeply and shook his head.

Then the old man slowly stood up, made a pot of tea for Taiheng, and slowly placed it in front of Taiheng. He sat in front of Taiheng.

"I was wrong back then."

The old man's eyes were confused and he was immersed in deep memories.