Legend has it that by the shores of the Eastern Sea lies a sacred mountain, and on that mountain live immortals...
Meanwhile, someone cultivating on an immortal island in the sea has recently taken on a problem, neither big nor small: he has accepted a disciple.
Having been a person without desires or attachments, he is a novice at being a master, and has been figuring it out as he goes. In the end, he followed his cousin's advice and patiently and attentively gave his disciple whatever he wanted. But when he finally came to his senses, he realized his little disciple seemed to be getting a bit too demanding...
Disciple: Master, I'm dull-witted. If you let me go, I'll only cause trouble in the mortal world. Why don't you just take me in, then?
Master: ...
Disciple: I have a handsome face, long legs, and a great figure. I'm good at keeping you warm and cooking, too. Master, are you really not going to consider it?
Master: …
Disciple: Master, where are you going?
Master: … I need some time to myself.
Disciple pursues × Master yields
I'll start this after The Fortune Teller Says is complete!
