Connor. I was just thinking . . . This reminds me of an assignment I undertook as a young disciple, when my shadow moved on its own. There are no wailing spirits here, though.
Ah, it was an assignment given to me and two of my sect brothers. We were dispatched to quell the wailing spirits haunting a well. One sign of their presence is when you look inside the well and see your reflection smiling back at you . . . but it can be your shadow that starts moving, too. My sect brothers' reflections didn't smile at them; my shadow, however, moved and alerted them to the spirits' approach.
Ensuring my sect brothers and sisters are clothed and fed, protecting the human realm from the dangers of resentful spirits and demons—what isn't there to enjoy? My cultivation may not be so outstanding, but there is honor in what I do.
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Connor. I was just thinking . . . This reminds me of an assignment I undertook as a young disciple, when my shadow moved on its own. There are no wailing spirits here, though.
[This and that are clearly related.]
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Uh.]
I'm afraid I'm unfamiliar with that story. Would you be willing to elaborate?
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Oh. You are a professional exorcist?
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