A master who only wants to find his sword & a clueless disciple who thinks his master can do no wrong (crossed out)
Master & sword spirit
A pretty young man with nothing to his name showed up at the sect's recruitment. He had a pair of tender, affectionate eyes, but wasn't very bright.
While everyone else had their families paving the way for them as they soared through cultivation and pursued immortality, he didn't even have clothes of his own. Someone had taken pity on him and given him what he wore.
Just as everyone was sure he would be rejected, word came from the sect's Sword Lord.
“This young man and I are fated to meet. He can be my disciple.”
The little disciple had found a home, but his master cared only about finding the sword he had accidentally lost, and paid him little attention.
The little disciple didn't even have a name, so his master tossed out, “You look so vacant and silly. From now on, I'll call you Little Fool.”
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The sect leader was about to explode, so in the end, he bestowed a name himself: Yun Zhihuan.
A little over half a month later, the little disciple was introducing himself to everyone he met: “Hello, my name is Yun Zhihuan, and my master is the most amazing!”
Core theme: What is lost and found again must be cherished.
