Look, over there!

I scrambled my way out of the bush, its branches leaving scratch marks on my arm. "Who the f*ck are you!?" I screamed at the disciple, my heart beating a mile a minute.

The disciple scratched his head sheepishly, before he brought his scroll up to show me. "Well… Grand Master told me to-"

And then he pointed his finger to the sky in a shocked way. "Look! Demon cultivators!"

WHERE!?

I turned to look. Maybe it was that other f*cker- wait.

I turned back to where that disciple was… exactly. Was.

F*CKING SH*T!

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I f*cking hate you all the time, system.

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