"The apprentice wants to be as powerful as the master." The last words became a motto. After the death of the master, I broke up with love and achieved enlightenment. "I will never hear more beautiful words of love than this." Indeed, there is no Master in the world. "May you ascend to heaven." Master has redeemed me and fulfilled his promise. I have no obstacles in cultivating the ruthless path. "I have a family." After Master's death, where is "my" home? In the future, when I see the candied haws sold on the street and the river lanterns on the lake, who will I think of? Whose relics are the Qingfeng sword given as a child, the hosta given as a birthday gift, and the camellia trees planted by one's own hands throughout the courtyard? Is it a blessing or a curse for "me" to rise through the ranks and rise step by step? I just regret that I woke up too late, and when I understood, the outcome was already decided.
