After returning from training, I found that the sect had changed. The junior sister I had cared for since childhood died at the hands of a girl that my master had just brought back. The senior fellow apprentices were full of disgust, saying that she deserved the punishment and was a disgrace to the righteous way. But it was clear that they loved their junior sister very much in the past. Later, I picked up the sword and slowly cut off their tendons, crushed their bones, and watched coldly as they were reduced to useless people and struggled in the mire. When they were at their most frightened, I lowered my eyes and asked, "This is a decent family, do you deserve it?"
