My name is Lin An.
My master gave me this name atop the summit of Wanjian Mountain. He said, “A deep forest can hide the sun; wherever you find peace is home.”
But I never imagined that one day I would leave that world, where sword energy crisscrossed the skies and spiritual energy fell like rain, and tumble into a strange place called the “modern world.” There were no flying swords, no immortal realms, no tribulation lightning, only rivers of steel and lights that never went out.
When I first arrived, I was covered in blood and landed in the middle of a long street called Nanjing Road. Everyone stared at me as if I were a crane separated from its flock. Without showing a thing, I returned my life-bound sword, Xuanxiao, to my dantian, dusted off my ragged clothes, and said to them, “Would any of you like your fortune told?”
I rented a tiny storefront behind the old City God Temple and hung a blackwood sign above it, bearing three seal-script characters: “Know Heaven’s Will.”
In the end, the shop was given to me, and that was how I began my fortune-telling career.
A heads-up: there’s no romance. The platform changed the tags, but there’s no romance, okay? Also, this work isn’t plagiarized. It’s under contract, so don’t start cursing just because you notice a tiny resemblance to something else. Let’s all be civil.
