When the master accepted me as his disciple, he patted my head happily and said, "This son is good at understanding people and has strategies. He will definitely be able to revive our sect." He was partly right. Later, I did become the best person in the sect, and I could always catch the people I picked. But what I look at is not the inside, but the skin. Even if the handsome guy I like escapes to the ends of the earth, I can still catch him.
