'I have been keeping all the letters I wrote to you,' he read the age-old script. It was from his first Disciple. 'You taught me a lot. You taught me how to look at the world and how to be in it.'
He couldn't read it anymore. He felt his heart was shaking, on the verge of crying.
If he didn't do that, he wouldn't have such sad ending till he needed to seek pilgrimage at the Grey Palace. It had been a long time since he saw his Disciple. He saw him once at a market, but sadly, the Disciple refused to look and greet at him. It was all in embarassment.
His master once told him:
"A man who finds himself comfortable with ladies is ought to be careful,
A man who fancies himself be with any lady is ought to be cautious,
A man who glues himself with his kin of men is ought to be normal."
Now, the Wanderer realised he was in the first sentence.
The master also told him:
"Don't dream or hope so much in getting a great Disciple or Brother. Things don't happen as easy as you can think. Most of your favourite Disciple or Brother falls under the third sentence because the first sentence always matches the third."
"What about the second sentence?" he asked his master.
"You'll get to that."
So, that meant Queue and Prey were both Sentence III.
The Wanderer sighed. It was time to let go everything he held dearest.