The Strange Fate of Pili: A Different Life

A secluded valley, an ethereal realm set apart from the world. After waiting through long years, it finally welcomed the person destined to find it. "Young master, young master, something terrible has happened! That white-haired Daoist has come to freeload again!" "Xiao Ai, your young master and I are friends despite our age difference. Friends visiting each other is perfectly normal. How can you say I'm here to freeload?" Watching Jianzi Xianji stroll in at his leisure, completely unruffled, Dao Suixin couldn't help but feel a few dark lines appear on his forehead. "Bridge Master, Bridge Master! That's the last rice bowl left in our Fated Realm!" "Xiao Ai, your young master has plenty of money. It's just a few rice bowls. You can always buy more." His words were followed by a crisp crash. Dao Suixin held the only surviving teacup in his hands and closed his eyes, preferring not to see. "Uncle Su, our young master isn't home." "Xiao Ai, children shouldn't lie, especially not with their eyes wide open. That's even worse." Seated in the pavilion, Dao Suixin watched the faintly smiling Su Huan Zhen and felt the corners of his mouth twitch. Dao Suixin gazed at the sky in speechless resignation. He had been through so much in the past, and now all he wanted was to watch the world go by. So why did nothing ever go his way? Where had things gone wrong?