[I read it again, but I really can't write it. Sorry, it's a trap, so be careful]
My name is Lin Yi, and I am a swordsman.
Before going down the mountain, the master said that it would be best not to come back to the mountain to see him unless he made a name for himself in the world, because he was afraid of being embarrassed.
But after I came down from the mountain, I found that the rivers and lakes at the foot of the mountain were different from what Master had described.
The rivers and lakes here do not have the Central Plains or the Western Regions. The rivers and lakes here have a name, called Teyvat.
Today, there are seven sects in Teyvat, each with many small sects under their jurisdiction, and many young people are already quite famous.
It doesn't seem easy to make a name for yourself in a place like this.
But I am Lin Yi, a disciple that Master has high hopes for. I will never give up and run home in despair.
I met a swordsman from the Guhua Sect. He praised my ambition and said that you can definitely do it.
I met a wandering swordsman. He advised me not to be too persistent. If I was determined, I could see more of the scenery on my journey.
I met a poet who was addicted to alcohol. He said that there are many talents in the world, but you are not bad either.
I have also met many friends, most of whom have distinctive personalities and strong righteousness.
Lin was lucky to meet such friends on this trip down the mountain.
All members express their friendship to Wu Xia.
OOC is inevitable, all we can say is to control it as much as possible.
Not surprisingly, it is a short and medium story, and the text is written in third person.
Intention: growth.