In the blink of an eye, the boy had grown into a young man, his appearance even more beautiful and exquisite.

Delicate eyebrows and eyes, a chiseled face, and a charming smile.

She was truly stunning in her red dress, and stood out from the crowd.

"Master"

Well

Looking at the shattered Dao, which resembled a broken mirror, I thought, "What a pity. How could such a beautiful person be that guy Gu Changzhou? Could he really be my disciple?"

"Gu Changzhou, what exactly did you do to Chaochao? Stop it now, or don't blame me for being impolite."

Mo Han drew his sword and glared angrily at Gu Changzhou.

"I'm fine, Mo Han, don't worry."

I nudged Mo Han's shoulder to comfort him and tell him to relax.

"Why did you suddenly fall asleep? No matter how I called you, you didn't respond. Did you listen to his evil music and become possessed?"

I nodded, then shook my head.

He is both right and wrong.

I did indeed enter his illusion by listening to his flute playing, but I didn't fall into any demonic possession; I just watched him grow up once.

"Master"

When Gu Changzhou saw that I had woken up, he stopped playing the tune, put away his jade flute, and slowly walked towards me.

Mo Han picked up the sword he had just put down again.

I waved my hand, signaling Mo Han not to act rashly, as I had something to ask Gu Changzhou.

"Are you really my disciple?"

Gu Changzhou nodded

"You said your name isn't Gu Changzhou, so what's your real name?"

"I don't know"

He pondered for a moment, seemingly in a state of great distress, but in the end he came to the conclusion that he didn't know.

"Then how did you determine that I am your master? There must be a cause and effect to everything, right?"

I try my best to make my voice sound dignified and respectful as a teacher.

"That's because I've placed a karmic burden on myself: if you live, I live; if you die, I die."

When I died, a wisp of my soul was attached to you. Because of this connection, whenever you approach, I am irresistibly drawn to you. Even after millions of years, I can still recognize you.

Even though I've forgotten who I am, I can never forget that you are my master.

This answer is more touching than any storybook; if it were adapted into a full-length opera, I would definitely book the entire theater.

What I can't stand the most is seeing such a devoted and pitiful man. When I saw his sorrowful expression and heard him say those words, my heart melted completely.

He had no recollection of how he had recently taken liberties with me, nearly killing me.

Just as I was wavering and unsure of what to do, a single glance from Mo Han startled me, and I quickly said:

"Doesn't that mean you were my disciple in my past life, and that we have little to do with each other in this life?"

"Even if you are my teacher for a day, and years pass and the world changes, you will still be my teacher."

Are you going to abandon me again? No, you can't abandon me again.

What's so good about him? He's already dead, why don't you want me anymore? Why?

As he spoke, his emotions began to spiral out of control, and he eventually burst into tears, shedding two streams of bloody tears, a sight that was both eerie and sinister.

My heart, which had finally calmed down, was startled and started pounding wildly again by him.

Is he going to pounce on me again? Judging from his agitated and angry expression, is he going to tear me apart?

If you caused trouble in your past life, you can't clean up the mess in this life. Could it be that I have a grudge against someone from my past life? How come everyone is connected to their past lives?

Ji Ruchen is one thing; my father owed him for saving my life, and the karma from my past life was probably just a fabrication by the immortals to deceive me. But what's with this new disciple?

Judging from his appearance, could he also be here to collect a debt?

The crucial moment is, of course:

"Mo Han, save me!"