[Underdog comeback + playing the pig to eat the tiger + nonstop thrills]
The late-autumn wind swept scraps of leaves through the servant courtyard of Qingyun Sect. The old locust tree in the corner had shed dry twigs all over the ground, crunching beneath every footstep.
Lin Chen hunched his shoulders and tugged his faded gray disciple robe tighter. He had just returned from the back mountain with two buckets of water. The ropes had rubbed his shoulders raw, and mud still clung to his fingertips. This was his third trip today. A servant disciple’s chores were never done, like the old well in the corner of the courtyard: it could neither be filled nor emptied…
