I died in the hands of my most beloved master. He chose the former between the world and me just because he was born and surrendered with a demon-loving bloodline that was sealed by many sects.
When I was unwilling to accept death, I saw a burst of white light in front of my eyes, and the sky was spinning. When I opened my eyes, I returned to the day when I became a disciple. I was surprised to find that my skills were preserved. If I choose again, I will still worship you.
Intention: Wherever you fall, get up
