The peak leaders watched Wang Yue for a while, then exchanged glances. At last, the chubby Daoist said solemnly, "When I was returning to the mountain with my disciples, we passed through your village. We found that everyone there had died except you and two children."
Wang Yue looked horrified. Staring fixedly at the chubby Daoist, he stammered, "E-everyone's dead?"
The chubby Daoist said nothing, only watched him intently, seemingly lost in thought. Wang Yue turned to Zhang Xiaofan and Lin Jingyu and asked in alarm, "Xiaofan, Jingyu, is what the Immortal Master said true?"
Lin Jingyu's small face was frosty, revealing none of his feelings. But he was still young, and a trace of resentment slipped into his eyes.
Zhang Xiaofan, meanwhile, immediately burst into tears. Grief-stricken, he said, "Yes, Uncle. When Jingyu and I returned to the village, everyone was dead. No—we saw you lying on the floor inside your house and thought you were dead too."
Wang Yue quickly looked at the peak leaders. He didn't recognize any of them, and he asked urgently, "Immortal Masters, your powers are immense. Can you save the villagers?"
As soon as Wang Yue finished speaking, Lin Jingyu came to his senses. He grabbed Zhang Xiaofan, who was standing there in a daze, and brought him to kneel beside Wang Yue. Facing the peak leaders on the platform, he kowtowed several times.
After kowtowing, Lin Jingyu straightened up and earnestly addressed the Qingyun Sect Leader. "True Person, we're just ordinary villagers. This sudden disaster has left us at a loss. You're an immortal with boundless powers, able to know the past and future. You must seek justice for us!"
The Sect Leader standing in the center let out a long sigh and said helplessly, "Poor children. Though I cultivate the Dao,