Ye Zhen had inherited Master Lu Li's legacy, so naturally he had to settle his master's unfinished affairs.
Yet before Master Lu Li's remnant soul dissipated, he had specifically entrusted Ye Zhen with only two matters.
One was to rebuild the Mystic Gate Sect if the opportunity arose. After all, the Mystic Gate Sect contained Lu Li's lifelong heart's blood and legacy.
The other concerned the traitor among the Mystic Gate Sect's eight direct disciples.
Lu Li had treated his eight direct disciples with exceptional affection and care.
That could be seen from the Divine Abilities and Secret Arts passed down by those eight disciples.
When Lu Li had taught those eight disciples, he had tailored everything to each individual, passing down different cultivation arts according to their talents. He had poured immeasurable effort into them.
Yet in the end, Lu Li discovered that one of his disciples had leaked his whereabouts and betrayed him, allowing the three Dao Ancestors of the Heaven Temple to plan an ambush in advance, resulting in his downfall.
Otherwise, under normal circumstances, even if Lu Li had fought the three Dao Ancestors of the Heaven Temple one against three, he might not have won, but escaping unscathed would have posed no problem. He would never have fallen.
To be betrayed by those closest to you was the most painful thing of all.
Ye Zhen could understand how Master Lu Li had felt then.
Thus, before Master Lu Li's remnant soul dissipated, he had not even mentioned revenge to Ye Zhen. Even his former great wish had merely been for Ye Zhen to let matters take their natural course and remain true to his heart.
His only obsession had truly been to find the traitor among the eight direct disciples.
Of course, there was one