Because once it becomes known that they are still alive, the cultivation sects from the Central Plains will send masters to assassinate them; therefore, whether during the day or at night, they must cover themselves completely when they move.

"Senior Brother, be cautious, beware of deception!" Lin Yifan quietly reminded Elder Ding from behind.

The Voodoo Sect had previously sent people to assassinate him, which certainly made them suspicious of the exceptional skills he possessed; entering the bamboo forest with this group would place him in great danger.

Moreover, this group was ordered by the Shadow Organization, which was determined to kill him, so following them would likely mean he wouldn't return alive.

In summary, he couldn't enter the bamboo forest with these remnants of the Voodoo Sect, so he resorted to this sinister trick—sowing discord.

Elder Ding found Lin Yifan's reminder to be reasonable.

The opposing party was too mysterious, always unwilling to reveal their true faces; there must be something peculiar.

But, what if he was mistaken?

So, to verify their identity, Elder Ding had to ask a question: "Junior Sister Mo, when Master asked you to refine the Seven-Day Fatal Powder back then, how did you do it?"

Mo Hanmei knew Elder Ding was suspicious of her identity, just as she had doubted his earlier. Thus, she replied, "Used too little water, the fire was too strong, and it turned into a charred elixir."

Recalling the scene, she couldn't help but laugh. She had been too mischievous, leaving Master with a frazzled and helpless expression.

After hearing her response, Elder Ding finally felt reassured.

Only Master, her, and Elder Ding had been present at that moment; besides them, no one else should know about this, so the masked woman in black must be his Junior Sister Mo.

Then, he turned his head and whispered to Lin Yifan, "Junior Brother! Rest assured, she is indeed your Senior Sister Mo, no mistake."

Lin Yifan felt deeply troubled; confronting her now made it difficult for him to sow discord.

"Alas! What should I do now?"

After thorough consideration, he decided to play it by ear; with the Instant Teleport Charm in hand, should his life be in imminent danger, he could always use it to escape.

Thus, he followed Elder Ding's lead, entering the bamboo forest alongside the remnants of the Voodoo Sect.

Fortunately, a few days earlier, the intelligence organization had received word and evacuated in advance; otherwise, Lin Yifan might find it hard to clear his name.

Upon entering the bamboo forest, several True Master Realm experts and Divine Transformation Fourth and Fifth Realm masters dressed in black uniforms immediately unveiled their masks, revealing their faces.

Seeing many familiar yet slightly unfamiliar faces, Elder Ding was shocked, exclaiming, "Xiao Hu, Xiao Wei, Xiao Sheng, Xiao... how are you all here? Weren't you killed by the cultivators from various Central Plains sects?"

"Back then, when we were surrounded by the major cultivation sects of the Central Plains, it was Senior Sister Mo who helped us escape through a hidden path. Without her, we would have been killed by the cultivators from those sects."

"Hidden path? What hidden path? Where is it? How come I don't know?" Elder Ding asked curiously.

"Senior Brother, the hidden path is in Master's secret chamber; the Second Elder told me about it before he died. Knowing our sect couldn't hold on, he didn't want us to make unnecessary sacrifices, so he asked me to lead the junior brothers and sisters through the hidden path to escape," Mo Hanmei explained.

Recalling the situation back then, she couldn't help but feel hatred toward the major cultivation sects of the Central Plains.

"I see." Elder Ding suddenly understood how his junior brothers and sisters had survived.

"Senior Brother, what about you? How did you survive? Weren't you killed by Yang Feng, the chief disciple of the Kunlun Sect?" Mo Hanmei asked curiously.

"Right! We heard you were killed by Yang Feng, so we didn't look for you," said other junior brothers and sisters.

"Yang Feng? Ha! If it weren't for the disciples from several sects helping him, could he have killed me with his limited skills?" Elder Ding replied with a sneer, full of disdain.

He then elaborated, "Back then, I was forced to the edge of a cliff by the disciples of several sects; I was already severely wounded. After exchanging a few moves, Yang Feng struck me with his sword, causing me to fall into the deep ravine.

However, fortunately, my fate spared me; I was saved by a large tree growing on the cliff, ultimately escaping death.

Since then, I have been hiding my identity and lying low in Shenzhou Country until now."

"I see! Senior Brother, it's wonderful that you survived; we finally have a leader to guide us," Mo Hanmei and the others were elated.

They had endured many hardships, even hiding their identities in the Empire of Dongying, all to rebuild the Voodoo Sect and seek revenge against the major cultivation sects in the Central Plains.

"Junior Sister! Don't be too happy just yet; I have an important piece of news to tell you," Elder Ding said mysteriously.

"What important news?" Mo Hanmei and the others eagerly listened.

"Our Master—the Witchcraft True Master—is still alive. Isn't that shocking? Aren't you glad?" Elder Ding asked curiously, observing their expressions.

Yet, none of them wore expressions of joy or surprise.

Because according to their information, Master had been besieged and killed by the sect leaders of various sects. Given the situation back then, it would have been nearly impossible for Master to break through the siege, so they didn't believe Master was alive; they thought it must be false news.

So, Mo Hanmei frowned and asked, "Senior Brother! Who told you this? Did you see it with your own eyes?"

"No, it was Junior Brother Lin here who told me," Elder Ding introduced Lin Yifan, pulling him forward, "He is Master's latest disciple, named Lin Yifan."

"Greetings, senior brothers and sisters!" Lin Yifan immediately bowed and greeted, trying to remain composed.

If asked about his feelings at this moment, he would certainly feel fearful, as he didn't know what would happen next, and he had an uneasy feeling that Chun Yan might be among the masked figures.

"Senior Brother! Do you really believe his words? Be careful not to be deceived!" Mo Hanmei questioned incredulously.

According to her information, Lin Yifan was a disciple of the Medicinal Saint Valley; how could he be a disciple of the Voodoo Sect? Senior Brother must have been misled.

"Why? Why shouldn't his words be trusted?" Elder Ding asked curiously.

He suddenly felt something was wrong; it seemed his fellow disciples had a different perspective on Lin Yifan.

"Because he is the direct disciple of the Medicine Saint!" At this moment, Chun Yan suddenly stood up from the crowd and loudly revealed Lin Yifan's identity.

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