Gu Baiqing felt a bit uneasy and said, “This kind of task should be left to the child attendant…”
“The child attendant has already gone to rest. Tasks like these should be handled by the disciple, not by troubling others.”
Mo Xuanli’s tone was always cautious when speaking to Gu Baiqing, carrying a note of flattery. But this time, his voice held a rare firmness, as if some strength had been put into his words.
Gu Baiqing’s brow furrowed, and his tone gradually turned cold. “I brought the child attendant here to take care of things in Luofeng Pavilion. You just focus on your cultivation—don’t waste time on these chores. Also, the child attendant will be staying in your courtyard from now on. You’ll be moving to the disciples’ dormitory at Chunyang Pavilion. That’s where you’ll cultivate from now on—”
Mo Xuanli’s eyes widened instantly. His body even began to tremble slightly. He lowered his head, eyes cast down, and bit his lip. “It’s not a waste of time. I can handle it all and still cultivate properly. Master… didn’t you say you liked today’s food? And that you were satisfied with the cleaning…”
Gu Baiqing finally realized something and was momentarily stunned. “Those… weren’t done by the child attendant?”
“No, not him. I did it. I’ve already sent the child attendant away.”
“You… what nonsense.” Gu Baiqing was left speechless for a moment—but more than that, he was now uneasy. Could this guy really be harboring some… feelings toward him?
“I can take care of Master.” Mo Xuanli’s tone grew slightly anxious. He looked up at Gu Baiqing, forcing a faint smile. “Please don’t find this disciple bothersome.”
But what greeted him was Gu Baiqing’s slightly resistant expression. Mo Xuanli’s heart sank.
“Master… did I do something wrong to anger you? Please don’t make me leave. Forgive me for being thick-skinned, but ever since I became your disciple, I’ve seen you as the most respected elder… and I’ve already come to think of this place as home.”
Mo Xuanli had no other way now—he could only shamelessly say these things. He wasn’t trying to be manipulative; he meant every word. Ever since taking Gu Baiqing as his master—even when he was ignored, even when he had to go to Flying Crane Pavilion to train every day—he still treated this place as home. He… needed a home. Even if it was cold and quiet like Luofeng Pavilion, it was a place he treasured deeply.
He knew Gu Baiqing didn’t really treat him like a true disciple. The so-called guidance amounted to a few spoken lines. That promise felt vague and unreal. Only by actually living beside his master did he feel it was real.
But now, being told to go live at Chunyang Pavilion instead… it felt like his “family” didn’t want him anymore, like he was being sent off to live with strangers. Even if “those strangers” treated him well, it still wasn’t his home.
While speaking, Mo Xuanli knelt again, pressing his forehead to the ground, not daring to rise. His voice was both anxious and trembling, even slightly wet with emotion. Anyone hearing it would recognize the fear and panic—like a small dog abandoned in the wind and rain, tail tucked, ears drooped, softly whimpering.
Who wouldn’t feel soft-hearted hearing that?
Gu Baiqing’s tangled thoughts finally unraveled. For a moment, he didn’t know whether to laugh or sigh. He looked at the boy helplessly—was this kid really so sensitive?
“Get up,” Gu Baiqing said.
“Please, Master—please take back your decision.”
“When did it become your place to teach your Master how to act? I said get up!”
Perhaps it was Gu Baiqing’s cold tone that startled him, but Mo Xuanli immediately stood up, still hunched over, head bowed low, his whole body filled with anxiety.
Gu Baiqing sighed silently and explained, “Bringing in a child attendant, raising the immortal crane, and moving you to Chunyang Pavilion all have their reasons.”
He went on to tell Mo Xuanli about being struck by heavenly lightning and the resulting state of his body.
Mo Xuanli was immediately concerned, urgently asking questions. Once he heard that his master’s cultivation hadn’t regressed and that the condition was temporary, he finally let out a breath of relief.
Gu Baiqing explained further that without spiritual power, even basic cleaning in the massive Luofeng Pavilion had become troublesome. Steward Mother Fu Zhiyi had suggested sending over a child attendant, and he agreed.
Gu Baiqing, learning from his earlier mistakes, continued: “At first I didn’t think too much of it. I figured I could still teach you techniques and theory without needing spiritual power. But it was Second Senior Brother who pointed out that living at Chunyang Pavilion would help compensate for the lack of practical combat training. It would help improve your mastery of spiritual power.”
Mo Xuanli’s expression finally softened—he clearly understood now that his master wasn’t kicking him out. But even so, a heavy feeling of loss remained in his chest.
“But… I can go back and forth, just like when I trained at Flying Crane Pavilion. And I really don’t need a servant. These chores don’t take any time—I can handle them. If Master’s afraid of noise, I’ll try not to appear before you. I won’t disturb you. Master… can I not move out? Please, Master… please allow it.”
As he spoke, he dropped to his knees again, eyes full of desperate pleading. His gaze shimmered with unshed tears, filled with heartfelt longing.
This kid definitely has some kind of attachment to home, huh?
Still, hearing him say he saw this place as home… it really did tug at the heartstrings. Forcing him to leave felt a bit cruel.
And I… am unfortunately a soft-hearted person. Sigh…
“No.”
The very next second, Gu Baiqing flatly and decisively refused.
What a joke. Taking care of meals and chores, even cooking with his own hands—that’s literally what all “seme disciples” do! This was textbook behavior from that camp. He couldn’t fall for it! Just look at a normal master-disciple pair like Chu Fei and Nan Zhi—you’d never see that kind of dynamic there.
The moment he imagined what kind of outcome might come from going soft on Mo Xuanli now—he knew he couldn’t afford it. Now was the time to be cold-hearted.
Gu Baiqing acted the role of the ruthless master to perfection. Seeing that Mo Xuanli still wanted to argue, he directly said in a cold voice:
“You only need to study with me for an hour a day. The rest of the time, you’ll be at Chunyang Pavilion, so it’s naturally more convenient for you to move there.”
He paused, then added, thinking of what Second Senior Brother had mentioned earlier:
“And the sect-wide tournament isn’t far off. As a personal disciple—especially now that you’ve switched to sword cultivation—you’ll be expected to participate. You’d better not embarrass me out there. Even your rest time should be used to train and exchange with your peers. Do you understand?!”
Gu Baiqing’s sternness left Mo Xuanli momentarily stunned. His emotions were hard to describe—though he felt that what his master said wasn’t entirely wrong, it didn’t seem fully justified either. There had to be some deeper reason he couldn’t quite uncover.
No… maybe not. Master did say it was Second Senior Uncle’s suggestion. Perhaps Master just felt this arrangement was better. Maybe… he simply wanted to avoid trouble. After all, Master was always someone who disliked being bothered.
Mo Xuanli had already gathered a lot of courage to argue with Gu Baiqing a few times. Now that things had come to this point, he didn’t dare speak further. Still, he couldn’t hide the sorrow on his face.
“I will listen to Master and move… but, Master, if one day I improve enough that I no longer need to stay at Chunyang Pavilion for long, or if Master’s body recovers… may I return to live here?”
Gu Baiqing thought to himself, By then you’ll probably have the ability to build your own cave-dwelling—why would you come back to a disciple’s quarters?
But seeing the way Mo Xuanli looked at him, silently, with an expression as if he’d lost something precious, Gu Baiqing hadn’t expected him to be this attached.
He hesitated for a moment but hardened his heart and gave no clear answer. “We’ll talk about it when the time comes.”
That answer disappointed Mo Xuanli.
“…I understand, Master. I’ll go pack now.”
Watching Mo Xuanli’s downcast figure, Gu Baiqing didn’t soften. “Mm. I’ve already spoken to your little Senior Uncle. You can move over tonight. From now on, just come here for one hour of study after lunch every day.”
Mo Xuanli’s gaze dimmed further. A strong sense of being abandoned overwhelmed him. He took a deep breath. “Yes, Master. I’ll take my leave.”
Back in his room, Mo Xuanli looked around. In truth, there wasn’t much to pack. Apart from the standard-issue sect items, he had little of value to bring.
But only he knew that his room, and the small courtyard outside, had transformed over the course of a year—from barren to cozy, carefully tended in every detail. How could he bear to leave this home?
He packed his daily-use items into a storage pouch. Other things—hand-carved wooden furniture, his first attempts at cultivating spiritual plants, the familiar formations drawn on the ground for cultivation, categorized books in the small bookshelf by the bed, talisman scrolls hanging on the walls—he couldn’t bring. There wouldn’t be space, and besides, Chunyang Pavilion’s disciple quarters were shared. It wouldn’t be appropriate to bring all this over.
If these things were useful to the little servant who moved in next, then let them be. If not, they’d likely be cleared out or just seen as leftover decorations.
Mo Xuanli lowered his dark eyes, looked away, and left the room. A part of his heart felt hollow.
After bidding Gu Baiqing a final farewell, he left Luofeng Pavilion.
Gu Baiqing watched him go and sighed. Still, he thought to himself: Once the protagonist is guided onto the right path, he’ll have lovers, companions, brothers, and a home of his own. He won’t be the obsessive, fixated person from the original plot. That kind of existence was too pitiful.
To prevent this world from dragging him back into the “inevitable script,” a little heartache now was nothing.
Just as he was thinking this, a notification suddenly rang in his mind.
【Main Quest Set 1: Assist the bound target in completing Foundation Establishment stage cultivation.】
【Main Quest Set 1, Task 1: Successfully achieve Foundation Establishment and begin early-stage training. Hint: Requires a Foundation Establishment Pill. Maintain a stable state of mind.】
Gu Baiqing glanced at the message. Mo Xuanli was currently at the 99% mark of Qi Refining—what they called “great completion”—just one step away from Foundation Establishment.
This plotline had indeed been mentioned in the original story. After the spirit-whip incident, the original master began treating Mo Xuanli kindly and taught him earnestly. Mo Xuanli successfully switched to the sword path, and coincidentally, the annual sect tournament was approaching. To earn back some honor for his master, he worked hard and won first place in the Qi Refining division.
During the tournament, he stabilized his state of mind and began meditating. His original master had then purchased a high-grade Foundation Establishment Pill for him and personally brought him to the most spiritually abundant place to guard his breakthrough.
The task looked simple. As long as he followed the plot, there shouldn’t be any issues. But doting on the disciple? Protecting him closely? That was absolutely out of the question for Gu Baiqing.
Then suddenly, an idea struck him. A brilliant plan.
The next morning, Gu Baiqing rode his crane and went to visit his Second Senior Brother again.
…..
Mo Xuanli couldn’t sleep well in his new place. When he got up, his roommate Tang Yu was still snoring on the opposite bed.
He quickly tidied himself up. Before the others began their daily cultivation, he planned to go to Flying Crane Pavilion to see Third Senior Uncle Luo Nianyi and inquire about his master’s condition.
He’d studied some medicine before. He thought maybe he could be of help. Even though his master still treated him coldly, Mo Xuanli was grateful for the teachings and wanted to repay that kindness.
Just as he entered Flying Crane Pavilion, he ran into some early risers collecting immortal dew. One of them was Senior Sister Yun Yue.
Mo Xuanli stepped forward to greet her and ask about Third Senior Uncle’s whereabouts.
After pointing the way, Yun Yue looked at him with concern and asked, “I heard you moved to Chunyang Pavilion?”
Mo Xuanli’s heart gave a little jolt, but he forced a smile. “Even Senior Sister Yun Yue has heard already—word really does travel fast.”
Yun Yue’s willow brows furrowed slightly. Her tone was gentle, like an older sister: “If you’re not happy, you don’t need to force a smile.”
Mo Xuanli immediately shook his head and said earnestly, “No, it’s not like that. Master arranged this for my own good, to help me improve. That’s all.”
Master isn’t abandoning me, he reminded himself. I’m just reluctant to leave… that’s all.
But someone nearby couldn’t stand hearing him say that and couldn’t help muttering: “Xuanli, you’re just too honest. Elder Luofeng is just cold and heartless. He said he’d teach you, and we all thought your hardship had paid off. But now isn’t he just kicking you from Flying Crane Pavilion to Chunyang Pavilion like a ball? What, did he regret taking you in as a disciple or something?”
Mo Xuanli’s face changed slightly, and his heart was pierced with pain. But remembering that his master’s condition was a secret, he said nothing.
“Also, back then with the Spirit-Flaying Whip, Elder Luofeng even wanted to personally carry out the punishment, without caring whether you lived or died.”
It was as if the words had struck the memory Mo Xuanli least wished to touch, nearly shaking the very beliefs that supported him.
“Enough, stop talking.” Seeing Mo Xuanli’s expression grow darker and darker, Yun Yue hurriedly intervened, urging him to leave.
Mo Xuanli nodded, almost fleeing as he quickly went to find Luo Nianyi.
By the time he saw Luo Nianyi, Mo Xuanli had already calmed his emotions and carefully inquired about his master’s condition.
“You really are filial,” Luo Nianyi said in surprise. “No wonder Fourth Junior Brother, who’s usually so cold and distant, would think so much on your behalf. Clearly, there’s true understanding between master and disciple.”
Mo Xuanli froze, and for the first time felt a little embarrassed hearing such words. He revered his master, yes, but his master…
“Yes, Master treats me very well.”
“Indeed.” Luo Nianyi seemed to recall something amusing. While handing over some research materials on spiritual power to Mo Xuanli, he added, “Such a person who hates trouble, yet for your sake put on an act on the public trial platform—I’ve never seen that side of Fourth Junior Brother before. Compared to the icy cold version of him from before, he’s far more interesting now.”
Mo Xuanli’s hand suddenly stiffened as he received the items, and they scattered to the ground. His expression was full of confusion, and as he crouched down in a panic to pick them up, he couldn’t help but probe, “Master… acted?”
Luo Nianyi looked at him oddly. “What? You didn’t know your master’s spiritual power can’t be used? In the hands of someone without spiritual power, the Spirit-Flaying Whip hardly has any force. It was all just for the other disciples to see, to scare them into admitting their mistakes.”
Each word he heard felt like lightning tearing through Mo Xuanli’s mind. By the time he understood the meaning, he felt as if his very bones were trembling.
That’s right. Master had no spiritual power—he couldn’t bring out the whip’s full power. The whole “beat him to death without mercy” was a lie.
How could he have been so stupid? Why hadn’t he thought of this when it was about spiritual power? Master… Master had…
Mo Xuanli suddenly recalled the days when they were all recovering from injuries together. If Master hadn’t stepped forward back then, if he had borne everything alone, would there ever have been that warm scene? Would there have been that so-called bond of sharing hardship?
Mo Xuanli shook his head inwardly. No.
So… so it was all something Master had fought to win for him, and he hadn’t known a thing? He had even feared his master because of it.
Mo Xuanli suddenly felt he deserved death, overwhelmed with guilt.
His master truly treated him well. Gathering up the things Luo Nianyi had given him, he swore to himself he would study them diligently, help his master as soon as possible, and train hard—he would never disgrace his master. And the sect-wide competition—he had to sign up for it. Before, as a medical cultivator, he hadn’t been included in the registration, but now he would go add his name.
So Mo Xuanli headed to Qianren Pavilion.
At that moment, Gu Baiqing had just left Qianren Pavilion, riding on a crane. Caught by the wind, he suddenly let out a huge sneeze.
…
Just after registering, Mo Xuanli was about to leave when he happened to run into Fu Zhiyi coming out.
Mo Xuanli hurriedly saluted. He remembered Master had said it was Second Senior Uncle who had suggested he live in Chunyang Pavilion. Though he hadn’t wanted to, Second Senior Uncle’s suggestion had been well-intentioned, so Mo Xuanli felt grateful and was just about to express it.
But Fu Zhiyi spoke first: “You came to register? There’s only a month left before the Inner Sect Competition. You think you can make it in time after just switching to sword cultivation?”
“Your disciple will do his utmost, and will not shame Master.”
Fu Zhiyi suddenly stroked his chin, looking enlightened, and laughed. “Ah, so that’s it. No wonder your master came to me first thing this morning. For you, he’s even learned to be sly.”
Mo Xuanli lifted his head in puzzlement at Fu Zhiyi.
“Do you know what the reward is for the Qi-Refining group in this year’s competition?” Fu Zhiyi asked pleasantly.
“Flying swords and spirit stones?” Mo Xuanli had heard rumors.
Fu Zhiyi smiled. “It’s changed. Now it’s Foundation Establishment Pills and qualification to enter the Star Spirit Cave for Foundation Establishment breakthroughs. The top three can all enter the cave. First place gets a supreme-grade Foundation Pill, second and third both get high-grade Foundation Pills. Normally this isn’t under your master’s authority, but this morning he came to me specifically to request the rewards be changed. Wasn’t it all for your sake? Clearly he has great faith in you, convinced you’ll take first place. The prizes have already been prepared for you.”
Fu Zhiyi himself admired Gu Baiqing’s teaching method. Other masters gave disciples whatever they needed, but Gu Baiqing chose instead to create opportunities for his disciple to strive and earn them, which allowed for better growth.
Satisfied with Gu Baiqing’s change, Fu Zhiyi patted Mo Xuanli on the shoulder. Ignoring the youth’s utterly stunned expression, he spoke earnestly: “Work hard, don’t let your master down. After all, you’re Gu Baiqing’s personal disciple. Once you’re on the stage, you must shine, so that your master’s efforts—securing Foundation Pills for you, arranging for you to move into Chunyang Pavilion—won’t have been in vain.”
Mo Xuanli’s pupils trembled violently; he couldn’t say a single word.
Chunyang Pavilion… wasn’t Second Senior Uncle’s suggestion, but his master’s reconsideration.
From the very start, Master had racked his brains to make the best arrangements for him?
Because Master couldn’t accompany him in cultivation, so instead…
Fu Zhiyi left, but Mo Xuanli still couldn’t recover for a long time. In a daze, he returned to Chunyang Pavilion, like a man long used to hardship suddenly struck by a wave of happiness, unable to believe it, feeling everything was unreal.
At that same time, over at Luofeng Pavilion, after settling the quarters for a servant boy, there came two great sneezes.
“How strange—nose itching, ears burning? Could someone be talking badly about me?”
…
When Mo Xuanli had just returned to Chunyang Pavilion, he was told Little Senior Uncle wanted to see him. Last night when he had arrived, he had intended to pay his respects, but hearing Little Senior Uncle was in seclusion, he had left it for another time. Now that he was summoned, of course he couldn’t refuse, though his mind was still somewhat absent.
When he reached the mountaintop, sword-light flashed within the courtyard. As he entered, he saw Chu Fei and Nan Zhi finishing a round. When they noticed someone arriving, they stopped.
Mo Xuanli hurried forward to bow deeply in salute—yet for a long while, no response came.
Mo Xuanli glanced over in puzzlement, only to see Little Senior Uncle squinting at him in appraisal. At his side, Nan Zhi seemed a little confused and reminded, “Master, Junior Brother Xuanli is still waiting.”
Because Nan Zhi often went to Flying Crane Pavilion for treatment, he had met Mo Xuanli many times and was somewhat familiar with him.
But just as Nan Zhi’s voice fell, a dark shadow flashed. Mo Xuanli’s pupils contracted, and in an instant he lifted the wooden sword at his waist, instinctively meeting the attack.
After three moves, Chu Fei’s black sword was already pointing at Mo Xuanli’s throat.
Cold air rushed over him, and Mo Xuanli’s back was already drenched in sweat. This was different from a bout with his master—his master tested him; his Senior Uncle attacked him.
Nan Zhi didn’t speak, only frowned slightly. For someone who had always stayed in Flying Crane Pavilion as a medical cultivator to be able to block Master’s three moves—although there was no spiritual power in the strikes—still, not just anyone could withstand his master’s attacks. This Mo Xuanli… was a bit unusual.
Chu Fei withdrew his sword and raised a brow. “Your moves aren’t bad. Looks like you’ve been secretly practicing on your own. Not bad—there’s potential.”
Mo Xuanli didn’t explain that he had hardly practiced at all; he simply said, “Thank you, Senior Uncle, for your guidance.”
Chu Fei’s tone was unreadable. “But you’re not all that outstanding either.”
Mo Xuanli felt a bit awkward. He knew perfectly well he wasn’t exceptional, but since his master wanted him to take first place in the Qi Refining group, perhaps in his master’s eyes, he could become exceptional.
While his thoughts drifted without him noticing, he suddenly heard Little Senior Uncle say, “But since your master is certain you have the most potential, I’ll wait and see.”
Mo Xuanli seemed to suck in a sharp breath, his whole body jolting. He looked at Chu Fei in disbelief, wondering if he’d misheard.
In his own mind, his master didn’t quite believe in him—so how could he praise him to others? Even with Second Senior Uncle, it seemed like nothing had been said outright; it was only Second Senior Uncle’s own judgment. Mo Xuanli didn’t dare to trust even that kind of lukewarm approval, let alone…
Nan Zhi suddenly spoke, sounding slightly unconvinced. “Fourth Senior Uncle said he has the most potential?”
Chu Fei let out a similarly unconvinced laugh. “Yes. Your Fourth Senior Brother said that within two years he’ll surpass you, and in four years, I won’t be his match either.”
As soon as the words fell, Nan Zhi’s gaze toward Mo Xuanli changed.
And Mo Xuanli was completely stunned. It felt like he’d been stunned countless times already today.
Chu Fei stepped forward, patted Mo Xuanli on the shoulder, his eyes full of excitement. “Train well here. I hope you achieve as Senior Brother said. I’ll be waiting for the day you can beat me.”
With that, Chu Fei walked out of the courtyard.
Mo Xuanli even forgot to salute. His mind was filled with a loud buzzing. Thinking of his master’s coldness yesterday and everything he’d learned today, he really didn’t know what to make of it—it felt like two completely different masters.
His master was not the type to speak big words. Could it be that, in his master’s eyes, he really could achieve that? Even though he himself thought it impossible, his master believed in him?
At this moment, Nan Zhi also stepped forward, giving him a quick once-over. “You’re only at Qi Refining Great Perfection now. That’s not enough. Train quickly. If you have any difficulties here, you can come find me at any time. I’m also looking forward… to the day I fight you.”
Meanwhile, Gu Baiqing was already sick of his own sneezing.
“D*mn it, can cultivators even catch a cold? What’s going on here?!”
Gu Baiqing probably never would have thought that the lofty guardian elders of Zixiao Sect each had such big mouths. Despite all his painstaking efforts to avoid every trap and maintain his aloof master image, he’d still been dragged into the pit by three ‘enthusiastic’ pig teammates.
…
Mo Xuanli didn’t know how he got through the rest of the morning. When Tang Yu called him for lunch, he rushed back to Luofeng Pavilion, only to find Gu Baiqing gone and only yesterday’s young child attendant present.
Mo Xuanli asked where his master had gone.
The child attendant said, “The elder just left not long ago—he should have gone to Flying Crane Pavilion. He said he’d be back soon. If you’re tired, Young Master, you can rest in your own room.”
Mo Xuanli had been planning to wait in the maple grove, but at these words he suddenly turned to the young servant.
The boy was startled by the sudden change in Mo Xuanli’s expression.
“What did you say? Isn’t my room the one you’re using?”
The boy always thought this disciple was a little strange. “The elder told me to stay in the room next door. Your room hasn’t been touched.”
After all, the disciples’ quarters couldn’t have only one room, but the other rooms hadn’t been used in a long time and would be a hassle to clean, so before, they’d simply had the boy stay in Mo Xuanli’s room.
Gu Baiqing hadn’t expected Mo Xuanli to have such an intense attachment to a single room. Even after sending the boy away, his conscience still nagged him—it felt like aiding and abetting, taking over another’s nest. Although he didn’t think Mo Xuanli would ever move back, he simply had the child attendant stay in a different room instead.
The ‘home’ that belonged to Mo Xuanli—he would leave it for him.
As soon as the boy finished speaking, Mo Xuanli was gone, only a fleeting shadow appearing at the entrance of the disciples’ quarters.
He shoved his own door open, but for a moment didn’t know which foot to step in with.
Everything was still there. Nothing had changed. It was just as it had been when he left, as if he had never moved away.
It was as if… he had only gone traveling.
As if he had only stayed in an inn for a short while.
The place that belonged to him alone had always been here.
Mo Xuanli stepped inside. His heart was numb from the impact, but his face showed no expression.
He sat down on the edge of the bed, staring blankly. Suddenly, one tear after another splashed onto the back of his hand, and the tears could no longer be stopped.
Meanwhile, far away in Flying Crane Pavilion, Gu Baiqing tilted his head back—“Ah-choo, ah-choo, ah-choo, ah-choo, ah-choo!”
Luo Nianyi looked at the suddenly visiting Gu Baiqing—claiming he’d caught a chill—with a face full of doubt. With his level of cultivation, how could he catch a chill? And it wasn’t even winter. “Could it be related to spiritual power? I have a simple medicine pill for colds—usually for mortals. Why don’t you try one first?”
Gu Baiqing pinched his nose, nodded, and said, “Alright.”
After taking the medicine, Gu Baiqing sat rather gloomily on the crane and rode it back.
He had no idea that his background had already been completely dug up and turned inside out. His mind was still full of the system interface that had automatically popped up that morning after he woke, displaying the daily teaching check-in activity.
Today’s lesson: introductory sword cultivator mind technique.
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