Talk about a bolt from the blue. When I pushed open the creaking doors of the Wunhwajeong Inn, my only thought was to mock my junior who had defied the Master's orders and gotten himself grounded. "Serves you right, brat. What's the use of being a genius? The Master is furious because of your behavior." I swallowed the smirk creeping onto my face and scanned the inn. Then, I saw a figure sitting in a corner, leisurely tilting a wine cup. Where had he tossed his usual drab training robes? He was draped in polished silks like the son of some prestigious family. The table was lined with an absurdly lavish spread of snacks. I let out a hollow laugh of disbelief. Not only does this punk ignore me as his senior, but now he treats the Master's orders like pocket change? "Hey, why are you here? The Master told you to reflect and not to come out!" I shouted as I approached. Normally, he would have scowled and ignored me or spat out some nasty insult. But instead, he just blinked slowly and gave me a beaming smile. That soft, gentle smile actually made my stomach turn. "Senior, you've arrived?" "'You've arrived?' Are you out of your mind? Do you want to die?" He wasn't even worth responding to. I snatched his wrist. Normally, he would have snapped, 'Get your filthy hands off me,' and repelled me with his internal energy, but he followed me with surprising obedience. It was strange how he let himself be dragged without a hint of resistance, but bringing him before the Master was the priority. "You crazy bastard, you're really in for it today. I'm going to tell the Master everything about your silk clothes and this drinking party!" I dragged him toward the training grounds without stopping for breath. The sensation of him being pulled so helplessly—unfitting for a 'genius junior'—felt eerily out of place, but blinded by rage, I ignored the intuition. Finally arriving at the main gate of the training grounds, I shoved him inside and yelled. "Master! Look at this unfilial wretch— Oh...?" The end of my sentence trembled. The scene catching my eye was utterly unbelievable. In the center of the training grounds, someone was swinging a sword, emitting a frost-like aura. That cold profile beaded with sweat, that arrogant gaze that looked at me like I was a bug... it was definitely my 'junior' who was supposed to be in self-reflection. With trembling hands, I checked the wrist of the person I had just dragged in. The one standing next to me, still grinning ear to ear, and the one over there, turning to look at me while radiating killing intent. From their features down to a single mole, there were two people who were perfectly identical. "Se... Senior? Why do you look so surprised?" The 'junior' beside me whispered softly into my ear. At the same time, the real—no, the other junior, who had sheathed his sword, spoke in a voice that had sunk to a chilling depth. "Aren't you going to let go of that hand, Senior? You must be dying for a trip to the grave." This is insane. I thought I had one headache of a genius junior, but now there are two identical monsters. I could practically hear the sound of my peaceful sect life shattering into pieces.