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"The defendant is thrown into the river with his hands tied. If she drowns, it proves her innocence; if she survives, it proves that the defendant is indeed a witch, and she must be burned at dusk." -- As a witch, I have to admit that the river water here is really unpleasant to drink.

Before his master passed away, Chu Yun had been living a simple and pure life: when he was thirsty, he would steal some of his master's fruit wine to drink, when it was cold, he would steal two of his master's mastiff fur coats to wear, when he was greedy, he would steal some of his master's snacks, and he would not know the cold or heat. Until a certain day of a certain year, a certain month, the master summoned Chu Yun to the front of the collapse, and said that his life was short, and he was about to pass away. He passed the position of the head of the sect to Chu Yun, asking him to revive the sect and live up to his master. When he first became the head of the clan, he saw that there was nothing in the clan except for a mountain of classics and a room full of magic weapons. Only then did he realize that the road to revitalization would be long and difficult.