When the High God severed my immortal bones, blood splattered all over him.
The High God is bad. I curse you to trip over my immortal bones, choke on them while eating, and get knocked out by them while sleeping!
I'm mad, so I pound the High God's chest with my Arhat Fist.
The High God says helplessly, "Have you had enough fun, good disciple? If you have, go do your homework."
Oh, the real High God is here.
In my excitement, I crush the "immortal bones" in my hand. "Marrow" sprays everywhere, and sticky white paint covers me from head to toe.
The High God sighs, uses a Cleansing Spell to clean me up, and taps me on the head. "I taught you immortal arts for ages, and all you learned was to slander me by saying I cut out your immortal bones?"
I say guiltily, "I'm sorry, Master. You just look so cold and heartless that you're the perfect person to do something like that in a storybook."
The High God...
Theme: Love across two lifetimes
