I'm dead.
I'm alive again.
I climbed out of the grave.
My disciple, disciple, disciple and grandson looked at each other.
Good news, she didn't recognize me and took me home.
Bad news, I discovered a crushing and humiliating truth.
My sect was merged by my enemy.
And my direct disciple is called my enemy master.
I:? ? ? No, is this right?
Intention: Life is not determined by God, but by oneself