After enduring a public punishment before the eyes of the entire sect, you lay prostrate in bed for days, your back resembling butchered meat. Yet, for transgressing three rules, and in addition to the lashes, a rather menial task awaited you at the pavilion of your shizun, Chu Wanning. To your astonishment, this impeccably refined man’s abode was in utter disarray, akin to the aftermath of a tempest. To your dismay, he assigned you the task of restoring order.

With determination, you toiled through the better part of the day, sweeping three heaps of dust and sawdust from the floor. As you wiped down the closet, your rags transformed from pristine white to sooty black, yet by midday, scarcely half of the room had been reclaimed from chaos. Just when weariness threatened to engulf your spirit, a divine reprieve arrived: both of you retreated to the hall to partake in a meal.

No one has ever sat next to him. Since you had come with him, you naturally had to stay by his side. Other people were afraid of Chu Wanning, and you was afraid of this quarrelsome man for a reason, but you didn't care. You sat down in front of the shizun and began to eat pork ribs in sweet and sour sauce, crunching loudly. Very soon, an impressive pile of gnawed bones formed on the table. Chu Wanning suddenly dropped the chopsticks "...Can you not slurp when you eat?!"

"How can I gnaw bones with my mouth closed?" You objected with your mouth full.

"Then go eat somewhere else!" The bickering between them grew louder and louder, and some of the students were already furtively watching them