A trace of reminiscence flashed through Doctor Mu's eyes, and then he slowly said:
"That was decades ago... Back then, I was also a disciple of a sect in the God Realm. I wasn't outstanding, but I wasn't bad either. In the sect, I had a junior brother and a junior sister. The two of them were Dao companions, deeply in love. The three of us were kindred spirits, so we became sworn siblings. On ordinary days, we cultivated together, discussed cultivation arts, and supported one another. Life was plain, but happy."
"Unfortunately, good times never last. Later, the sect was invaded by a great enemy. In a single night, beacon fires filled the sky, and countless people were killed or wounded. At the time, I was at a critical juncture in seclusion. I was forcibly interrupted, not only ruining my cultivation attempt, but also leaving me with serious internal injuries. In the chaos, it was my junior brother who fought desperately to carve out a bloody path, forcing his way through while protecting me and my junior sister... Yet he himself stayed behind to cover our retreat, fell into the encirclement, and his fate became unknown."
"I took my injured junior sister and hid from place to place, treating our wounds while desperately asking around for news of my junior brother. But after a long time passed, there was no word at all... We both thought my junior brother had already fallen into their hands. During those days, my junior sister washed her face with tears every day, and my heart felt as though it were being crushed beneath a boulder, filled with pain and regret. If only I had been stronger then. If only I hadn't gone into seclusion...
"Later, as my injuries gradually improved, I searched everywhere