When the Taoist cut open my inner core, my blood splashed onto the mole on his neck.
Memories of his past life suddenly flooded his mind: he had once been a reclusive cultivator, but abandoned his cultivation and returned to the secular world for my sake.
I died taking a blade for him, then was reborn as a demon and searched for him in this life.
His master sneered viciously. "That cursed mole brings disaster to its master. It deserves to die!"
As I stood on the brink of death, I threw myself at the sword aimed at him once more.
"The gods who designed the cycle of reincarnation in this world were probably the sort who saw everything as either black or white. I no longer hold them accountable, and there is, in fact, no one left to hold accountable."
A very short story~
Theme: See the world dialectically
The teacher's writing is great, it's really great. Come on, come on, I'm waiting to read your physical book!