I once asked my master if I had not picked up the rusty ancient knife in the snow that day, would he have accepted me as his disciple?
After hearing this, she remained silent, only dipped tea in the table and drew two words, and then did not respond.
I turned my head to take a look, but the handwriting had been melted away by Master's internal power and turned into a pitiful puddle of water...
Intention: Destiny meets fate, fate plays tricks on people