As time passed, the idea of my revenge didn't fade away like I thought it would. I was a cultivator as well, and in my humble hut, as I did nothing but cultivate, there was only so much I could think.

I did a lot of mental gymnastics and enacted various plans in my head. All possibilities that I could think of though, seemed to be leading me towards a miserable end.

One month after the tournament was done, an Outer sect elder came to my doorstep, to ask me of my reasons to admit defeat at the start of the tournament despite having the highest cultivation of our cohort.

I shook my head and told him I wasn't prepared to risk my life for a tournament.

He then started lecturing me seriously about the perilous cultivation world and the dangers outside. After he was done, he saw my uninterested expression and told me to 'man up' and face my troubles instead of always trying to escape them.

After he left my hut, I thought long and hard about his superfici