"I'm here to look for someone , open the door." Guan Xilin announced, his voice carrying a clear note of threat. His words, blunt and to the point, were designed to cut through any nonsense and get him inside quickly. The disciple inside, still rattled from the recent violent clash, listened to the words and thought about it, before he opened a small crack. When he saw that there was indeed only one person outside, and that the man had broad shoulders and a powerful build, he let out a small sigh of relief. This man had a beard covering his face, a stern expression, and a commanding presence. However, there was only one of him, and he was a stranger, so perhaps he was a relative of a sect member. So the disciple who opened the door asked, "Who are you? Who are you here to see?" "Have three children come here? The older one's about ten, a young boy, and the younger two are twins, identical. I'm their Uncle, here to pick them up..." Before Guan Xilin could finish his sentence, the disciple who had been listening to him saw his eyes widen, and a look of sheer terror appeared on his face. Then, with a loud bang, he slammed the door shut, and faintly, from inside, there seemed to be panicked cries. Guan Xilin rubbed his nose, a bit baffled. He hadn't even finished talking, and the other person had already slammed the door. Were the three kids here or not? Thinking about this, he didn't wait outside the door either, but just used his energy and soared into the air, flying over their sect and heading inside. However, as he hovered high above and looked down, he saw that the disciple who had slammed the door was running up the mountain, shouting the whole time. "Oh no! Oh no! The three kids' Uncle's here!" As the disciple's cry of alarm spread throughout the sect, the disciples who had been sitting under the sect tree, practising swordplay in the open space, or walking slowly in groups of three or five, all turned pale with fear like startled birds and quickly fled back to their rooms. "What on earth's going on?" Guan Xilin looked at the rather odd scene in surprise, secretly puzzled. He flew slowly above the sect with his sword, and saw that the disciple who had originally run up the peak also wanted to hide when he realised there was no one around. At that moment, he descended from the sky and landed in front of the disciple. "Speak! What happened here!" Guan Xilin shouted in a calm but forceful voice. "Ah! It's not my fault, honestly! It was the sect and a few elders who pushed those three children towards the Old Mountain Demon. It really wasn't my fault..." The disciple's legs gave way with fear, and with a thud, he fell to his knees before Guan Xilin. Hearing his words, Guan Xilin's face changed, and his aura immediately darkened. A fierce look crossed his eyes as he shouted in a stern voice, "What are you talking about! To what Old Mountain Demon? How are they doing now?" As he spoke, he leaned forward, took a step and grabbed the disciple by the lapel of his shirt, and lifted him up. "Mercy, have mercy... They, they're alright, they were rescued..." The disciple said in a trembling voice, his eyes full of fear, for fear that the man in front of him would kill him with a single angry blow. "Rescued? Who rescued them? And where have they gone now? Tell me everything! If you hold anything back, I'll kill you!" Guan Xilin put him down and spoke with authority and severity. "Yes, yes, here's what happened..." The disciple didn't dare hold anything back and told him everything that had happened.