Your Eldest Senior Brother

Lin Chusheng, the most "mediocre" senior disciple of the greatest sword sect in the world, is modest and obedient on the surface, but a wild thing behind closed doors. By day, he is the least accomplished disciple under his master's tutelage. At night, he's a regular at the Qunying Tower gambling tables and a patron of Xiaolian Tower's top courtesan. Until one day On a brothel bed, a proud beauty who knows how to weaponize his looks bites his earlobe and sneers, "Benefactor, whose name were you calling last night?" At the gambling table, a cunning pavilion master who is both rival and friend wraps an arm around his waist. "Have you got enough chips, Nephew?" Deep in the bamboo grove, the genius junior brother he raised himself tugs at his sleeve. "I respect and love you as my senior brother, but I don't want to love you as my senior brother." On the sect's main hall seat, his silver-haired master, untouched by worldly dust, strokes his hair. "I'll give you everything you want. Why are you still holding a grudge against me?" Lin Chusheng rubs his aching waist and grits his teeth. "What happened to my ordinary-guy persona?" Love and hate weave a net of passion. The deeper you fall, the harder it is to move forward, as if standing at the edge of an abyss or walking on thin ice. But after sailing through countless storms and watching the dust settle, I still want to sweep the snow from the courtyard with you and admire poetry beneath the moon. Theme: May we live long and share the beauty of the moon, even from a thousand miles apart