The girls sat in a circle under the soft lights of the temporary camp.
Zain leaned back against a chair while the three girls sat across from him, a tray of snacks now between them.
Zelia held a warm teacup. "We're ready."
Savra passed him some dried fruit. "No excuses now."
Velra poked his arm. "Talk Master. This better be good."
Zain took a bite of a rice cracker and finally nodded.
"Alright," he said with a quiet smirk. "Then let me tell you the story of my past life."
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Once upon a time, in a land full of qi, sects, beasts, and treasures, there was a boy named Mo Tianheng.
He wasn't from a great clan. He wasn't some young master.
He was just a simple child from a poor farming family.
But fate gave him a gift, which was a spiritual root.
It wasn't a top one, but it was enough to let him enter a sect.
That sect was called the Mount Shu Sect.
It is a well-known righteous sect in the region. It is strong, proud, and full of rules.
