Xie Zhiwei was thrown into the Tianyan Sect by his family, and the whole sect spread the news that the new young master came through the back door and was a loser.
He smiled without making any excuses.
Until he found out that the man who bandaged his wounds that day was the chief of the sect.
Unkind and taciturn, there is no grass growing within three steps.
Xie Zhiwei was very excited.
"Senior brother, it seems there is no such thing in the sect rules...?"
Intention: Everything in the world needs to be crossed, but some things are destined to not be able to cross. Time, life and death, obsession. Not crossing is not giving up, but acknowledging it and letting it hang there to coexist with it.