My junior fellow disciple Fang Ji, a prodigy of the Qishan Sect and the hope of the modern cultivation world, had enjoyed seven smooth years after joining our sect. Then, one day, he finally got himself into trouble.
From then on, his love life took off. One peach blossom after another came his way, and everyone he met seemed like his one true love.
The story in three sentences:
My junior fellow disciple Fang Ji fell in love with a performer. When I rushed over to break them up, he asked me to give them my blessing.
I agreed.
But what he didn't know was that I liked him.
An old short story I wrote, just over ten thousand words.
First-person narration.
Theme: The wise stay out of love.
He Fang is so mean... How could he not feel it? How could the people next to the fire not feel the temperature of the fire?
Hahahaha, senior sister, it's so cool
This ambiguous behavior is so mean.
Absolutely amazing! Absolutely amazing! This concept writing setting and ending are so amazing
After reading two chapters, I went straight to the last one. I said, "Hey guys."
A very cool article, very rational, like it~
Unexpected, hahahaha
A performative personality? Like cosplay?
It's delicious. I want you to write more.
I came back after reading the last chapter, and there's a foreshadowing here: "If you don't advance in cultivation, you will retreat."