After hearing the news, I went to find a master.
In the comment area under the story of the snow between the eyebrows of the Sancao group, I left a sentence
[I want to beg a master who doesn't want a bag, horse grass, candied haws, or money. I just want him/her to tolerate my stupidity, tolerate my jet lag, tolerate my whiteness, and most importantly, always be there.
Auntie Hua Luo from Dianwu kneels down to beg for liger (｀?ω??)(°?°)?
Then, five days later, my current master gave me a backhand thumbs up.