"Master, do you really disown me as your disciple?"
Chen Qiwu turned his back and said nothing.
"Okay, listen to Master."
That night, in the cave, Shen Qiwu's long hair was scattered and his clothes were half-undressed.
The chains at his ankles rattled, and his whole body was burning like flames.
Chen Qiwu's eyes were scarlet, and he slapped him with all his strength: "Traitor, I am your master!"
Ming Zhao was slapped and turned away: "You admitted it yourself, there is no master-disciple relationship between us."
*Short story fictional
Copywriting 2025.6.2
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