Men fear choosing the wrong career, women fear marrying the wrong man. But I've realized that all three of us chose the wrong line of work: I'm a Daoist, and my other two buddies are a monk and a cop. Damn...
The three of us somehow ended up on the noble quest to destroy the drought demon and save humanity... Is this some kind of joke? With one goofy cop, one goofy monk, and one sleazy Daoist, how are we supposed to save the world?
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.
