After Three Thousand Years, My Sect Was Broke
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After Three Thousand Years in Seclusion, My Sect Was Broke
I came out of seclusion expecting incense, bells, and a courtyard full of kneeling disciples.
Instead, dust fell into my hair, weeds covered the mountain road, and the great hall of the Azure Cloud Sect had collapsed so badly that a crooked tree had taken root on its roof.
Then a young woman in a patched blue robe pointed a sword at me and shouted, "Who are you? This is Azure Cloud territory. Are you here to steal herbs?"
I looked at the broken gate behind her.
Then I looked at the blade trembling in her hand.
After three thousand years, my sect had one disciple left.
And somehow, she was the sect master.
I came out of seclusion expecting incense, bells, and a courtyard full of kneeling disciples.
Instead, dust fell into my hair, weeds covered the mountain road, and the great hall of the Azure Cloud Sect had collapsed so badly that a crooked tree had taken root on its roof.
Then a young woman in a patched blue robe pointed a sword at me and shouted, "Who are you? This is Azure Cloud territory. Are you here to steal herbs?"
I looked at the broken gate behind her.
Then I looked at the blade trembling in her hand.
After three thousand years, my sect had one disciple left.
And somehow, she was the sect master.


















































