In Prison

As I was making new pills, and practicing my Receptarism with the Heart Flame, a few disciples came to my house's doors. I sensed them using divine sense and realized that a couple of them were the same group that tried to harass the girl from earlier.

"Xiao Meng, come out you bastard!" one of the kids, emboldened by the company of many others spoke.

I didn't care for these little runts, I had more important things to do, so I ignored them.

But they didn't seem to understand that I didn't want to be bothered.

"You ugly old bastard, get your ass over here!" said the same guy and swung his sword at the gate of the small lodging I was given by the sect. The sword strike blasted the gate open and revealed me.

I already removed the Heart flame, and the look on my face was something not even a brave lion would want to face.

Now, I'm not a person that gets angry really fast, but when I do. I'm not someone to be messed with.