They were killed. By my former student and the previous Grandmaster.

[He looks down, haunted by the memory of what happened to them. It was the second time the entire clan had been massacred. Truth be told he was almost pleased that he'd ended up here and not needed to make the difficult decision to not rebuild it. To live out the end of his days in an empty temple with only the ghosts of memories to accompany him.

No, dying a warriors death was far preferable.]

I was the last. The clan of the Lin Kuei dies with me.