Thirty-two years old, a teacher at Qingcheng Academy, a mortal who can't even reach the stage of Qi training.
Until that evening, an old sweeping monk stopped me by the West Lake.
"Donor, you are destined to survive three tribulations of life and death."
I asked him how to cross.
He smiled and walked away, leaving only one sentence:
"Remember - when you lie to me, it's like lighting a candle in a vacuum. The fire goes out before the light comes on."
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Old monk, please speak clearly!
