On the night when Anping Village burned down, A'an knelt by the stream and watched the flames lick the sky.
The person he saved was standing beside him. The tip of the sword was dripping with blood, his white clothes were dyed red, and his features were still as gentle as jade.
"The master is chosen based on the path," he said, "the one who is destined will get it."
An asked: "What's your name?"
"Pei Jingning."
"Who are you?"
"Head of Yuxu Sect."
He lowered his head and looked at his hands that were soaked by the stream when he rescued him. The frostbite cracked open, and blood beads seeped out, dropping into the charred soil drop by drop.
It turned out that the bowl of medicinal soup he held out was fed into the mouth of a murderer who massacred a village.
"Can I become your teacher?" He raised his head.
He looked at him. The firelight danced in his eyes, as if he had finally been burned by something.
"... Okay."
Purpose: May the world be peaceful