On the Night My Family Was Wiped Out, I Gorged on My Enemies' Offerings

Ten years ago, the immortal maiden was ten, and she played on my head.

Ten years later, she realized I’d been pretending to be her master, but she still loved playing with my head.

Twenty years later, she realized she wasn’t my only disciple and began denouncing me as a demonic fiend.

My head was placed before the ancestral tablets, and the immortal maiden pretended to loosen her skirt.

“Ancestors, hear me. I swore I’d chop off that demonic fiend’s head and use it as a chamber pot!”

I hesitated. If I explain myself now, is it still in time?