Shang Qinghua is pacing up and down the room, ranting angrily, whilst his Shizun, a gentle man called Lian Anfan, works on some of the sects paperwork.

Qinghua: "-Don't get me started on the disciple's meeting! It was going so well, then I just had to have a migraine and passed out! And then, when I woke up, it turned out that Shen-shixiong had caught me, which made Yue-shixiong really mad, so he started yelling at me about me 'faking' it, and I couldn't even answer him because I was in that state after a migraine where I can't do anything, and I- I- I..."

Tears start to run down his face, and he stops pacing. Lian Anfan gets up from the desk and walks over to where Shang Qinghua is standing, and pulls the boy into a hug.

Anfan: "Oh, A-Hua... That sounds very stressful... How bad do you still feel now?"

Qinghua: "B-Bad... Shizun...? Why does everyone hate us so much...?"

Lian Anfan gently rubs Shang Qinghua's back, and runs his fingers through the boy's hair. Shang Qinghua just lets this happen, and just keeps crying... The small boy is starting to feel really bad again...

Anfan: "I don't know, A-Hua... I think I need a good long talk with Yue-shizhi and the Sect Leader... How dare they talk to you like that, and after one of your migraines as well! Did anyone else try anything? Because, if they did, well, they'd be dealing with me...."