A self-account by a certain senior disciple who wishes to remain anonymous: I am the first disciple of the Kunlun Sect's Sage Lord, with countless junior disciples under my care. I consider myself a good senior brother. I work diligently to teach my juniors with care, and whenever I have a spare moment, I lead by example, promoting the beautiful virtues of harmony within our great Kunlun Sect and mutual respect between senior and junior disciples. Every time, my juniors turn red-eyed and clench their fists, so moved they grit their teeth... Ahem, so moved they are left speechless and choked with emotion. Our master is deeply gratified, and whenever his gaze falls on my junior brothers, they bask in the warmth of a spring breeze. He often gives them earnest encouragement, whipping them until they wail to the heavens... Ahem, until their eyes brim with tears.
Then one day, I woke up in a panic to discover that our master had ascended...
My junior brothers are like hungry wolves and tigers, but their gazes are full of brotherly affection.
I act calm. I can bend and stretch. I... I should run for it!
I didn't make it. QAQ
Ying Xuechi: My junior disciples have rebelled and broken my heart!
Theme: A little story I've really wanted to write
