Fun version:
What did Mei San do to push Cheng Weidi to the edge? Even an ancient Zen master, who had never been moved by worldly affairs, couldn't stand it anymore and came down in person to advise Cheng Weidi: "That kid comes to me three times a day. He's either fake-crying or playing the victim. I'm exhausted just watching him. Hurry up and take him in."
Cheng Weidi: "It's not that I don't want to take him in."
"Then what is it? You need a final disciple, after all."
"I didn't teach him before because I thought he was scheming. Now I can't teach him... because I'm the one with ulterior motives."
The Zen master was a Zen master through and through. With a numb, impassive expression, he said, "What do you think a final disciple is? A disciple you teach behind closed doors. Are you afraid he'll eat you?"
Serious version:
You like the night because it hides you, but I like seeing you in the daylight, covered in wounds.
You had nothing, nowhere to turn, and only when you reached the end of the road did you see that I had stayed for you.
Watching the snow.
You watch the snow.
I watch you.
Epic-level powerhouse VS future epic-level powerhouse (traditional martial arts VS modern firearms / foreign lands / life and death in their hands)
TIPS: 1. The historical setting is entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental, and there are no real-life inspirations.
