Ferrying the Immortals Back to Heaven

Lately, Xuan Ning had been having the same dream: he was standing on auspicious clouds, wearing a green robe, while someone kept calling him the Star Lord of Fate.

Xuan Ning figured he’d caught it from his old man at home, since he’d never believed in ghosts or gods. He thought all those so-called gods, immortals, and monsters were just a scam, and that supposed masters were merely ordinary people who put on a costume, hid some props in their hands, and called themselves enlightened hermits.

Heh. Some hermits they were.