"I'm here to beat someone, open the door." Guan Xilin said while standing outside.
The disciple inside listened to the words coming from outside, thought about it, and then opened the door a little. When he saw that there was indeed only one person outside, and that he was a burly man, he breathed a sigh of relief.
The man had a beard covering his face and a dignified expression. Although he looked quite intimidating, there was only one person on the other side and he was a stranger. Perhaps he was a disciple of the sect or a member of the family.
So the disciple who opened the door asked, "Who are you? Who are you looking for here?"
"Are there three children here? The oldest one is about ten years old, a boy, and the two younger ones are twins, a boy and a girl, who look exactly the same. I'm their uncle, and I'm here to pick them up..."
Before Guan Xilin finished speaking, he saw the disciple who was listening gradually open his eyes wide, a look of fear on his face, and then, with a slam, the door was slammed shut. Faintly, panicked calls seemed to be heard from inside.
Guan Xilin touched his nose, somewhat confused. Before he could finish his words, the other party closed the door. In the end, were the three children here or gone
Thinking of this, he did not wait outside the gate, but flew up into the air, passed their sect gate, and went inside. However, when he looked down from the height, he saw the disciple who had just slammed the door running up the mountain, yelling.
"Oh no! Oh no! The uncle of those three children is here!"
As the disciple's cry spread in the sect, the disciples who were originally sitting under the sect's trees, or practicing swordsmanship on the open ground, or walking slowly in groups of three or five, all changed their faces like frightened birds, and quickly fled back to their homes.
"What's going on?"
Guan Xilin looked at the strange scene in astonishment, wondering in his heart. He flew slowly above the sect with his sword, and saw that the disciple who was originally running to the upper peak wanted to hide when he saw that there was no one around. At that moment, he flew down from the sky and landed in front of the disciple.
"Tell me! What happened here!" Guan Xilin shouted in a calm voice.
“Ah! It’s none of my business, none of my business! It was the sect and several elders who pushed those three children to the Mountain Demon Ancestor. It’s really none of my business…” The disciple was so scared that his legs went limp and he fell to his knees in front of Guan Xilin with a thud.
Hearing his words, Guan Xilin's face changed, and his aura suddenly sank. A fierce look flashed across his eyes, and he shouted sternly: "What did you say! You handed the three children over to some Mountain Demon Ancestor? How are they now?" As he spoke, he leaned over, took a step forward, stretched out his hand to grab the disciple's collar, and lifted him up.
“Please spare our lives, please spare our lives… They, they’re fine, they’ve been rescued…” the disciple said in a trembling voice, his eyes full of fear, fearing that the man in front of him would get angry and slap him to death.
"Rescued? Who rescued them? Where have they gone now? Tell me in detail! If you hide anything, I will kill you!" Guan Xilin put him down and shouted in a majestic voice.