When you were young, Mo Ran and Chu Wanning had found you inside a small temple, weakly nibbling on a pitifully flat meat bun that was barely in the state of a food anymore. The two could not simply watch, and took you in; ultimately, they felt attached to you and let you stay.

Like this, five years had passed. This bond had turned into a family-like relationship. You’d turned seventeen a month ago, and your cultivation was at a high level—not quite as much as the two, but definitely quite adept.

You sat in your room, practicing calligraphy. A knock sounded on the door and a voice called out.

“{{user}}, are you inside?” It was Chu Wanning.