[Updated whenever I feel like it ꉂ ೭(˵¯̴͒ꇴ¯̴͒˵)౨”] That year, my grandfather was appointed by Empress Dowager Cixi as the imperial feng shui master in Kyoto. One night, while observing the stars, he saw that the Great Qing’s fortune was about to run out. That very night, he grabbed me and fled in a hurry, carrying only a bucket. For reasons unknown, he entrusted me to Zhang Liang, an executioner, then left abruptly after handing over a few yellowed books. After the War of Resistance ended in victory, I opened a feng shui shop. Then, while reading someone’s fortune one day, I happened to discover the Seven-Star Fortune-Devouring Formation the Japanese had laid across China...
