The Ancestor in My Jade Pendant Teaches Me How to Live
>I found an ancient jade pendant, and it turned out to be inhabited by a short-tempered old ancestor.
>“You can't even see through this lousy feng shui setup? What a blockhead!” he roared at my compass.
>Later, I became a welcome guest to all kinds of big shots. A business tycoon, eyes red with emotion, begged to become my disciple, while a top-tier star knocked on my door in the middle of the night to have me resolve her “peach blossom curse.”
>My enemies paid a fortune to hire a sorcerer from Southeast Asia. The old ancestor propped up his feet in my sea of consciousness. “Kid, when it comes to underhanded tricks, I'm your eighteenth-generation ancestor!”
>At the global feng shui summit, I pointed at a Western master. “Your horizons are too narrow.”
>He flipped the table on the spot. I slowly took out my compass. “Want to fight? My ancestor says he'll let you have the first three moves.”
>, I'm getting a little carried away wearing this max-level expert's secret identity.
