The Bankrupt Sect Has a Deity

What is it like not to return for six thousand years? Ye Yuan: Thank you for the invitation. The sect is gone, the disciples have run away, the warehouse is empty, and the creditors are coming. The only remaining disciple was a little girl wearing patchwork clothes, who looked at me like I was a god. I told her that I was not a god, I was a pauper who owed 1.3 Million. She didn't listen and insisted on paying off the debt with me. So we began a three-year journey to pay off our debt. We have set up street stalls and been kicked out by urban management; we have opened shops and been run over by our peers; we have run promotions and been scolded by competitors. A kind person passing by asked us what our relationship was. I said master and apprentice. She said no, they were a family. Later, the debt was paid off, the sect was rebuilt, and she grew up. Someone asked her, who are you most grateful to? She thought for a while and said, Grandmaster. I thought about it again and said, no, it's the crooked-neck tree. Because there was no such tree, the Patriarch got lost the day he came back. This is an unorthodox story of sect reconstruction. The serious part is paying off debts, and the informal part is daily life. But regardless of whether it is serious or not, the core is one sentence - it is not terrible for the sect to go bankrupt, as long as the people are not dispersed.