Ghost Hand and Heavenly Eye

I'm a nobody, without even a proper surname. When I was ten, I was beaten half to death for stealing a piece of hardtack. Just as I was on the brink of death, a woman as beautiful as an immortal saved me. She said she didn't need a disciple, much less family, but she did need a useful tool. I didn't understand what she meant, but from that day on, I followed her and began my “apprenticeship.”

Ten years later, I had earned two titles that made me peerless in the martial world: “Ghost Hand” and “Heavenly Eye.” “Ghost Hand” wasn't because my hands were fast, but because I could easily unravel any scheme or trap in the world. “Heavenly Eye” wasn't because I could see the future, but because my eyes could identify every rare treasure under heaven, without fail.

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.