With a single contract, I became a distinguished guest of the wealthiest family in the capital.
Everyone laughed at me, calling me a charlatan who used superstition to swindle people out of money.
Even the man with power over everything warned me coldly, “You’d better have some real skills. Otherwise, your end will be worse than a ghost’s.”
Then, on the night evil spirits besieged the city and every spell failed, I merely moved a finger. Thousands of paper horses shattered the void and tore the ghosts to pieces.
Only then did he drop to his knees before me in shock and beg, trembling, “Master, save me!”
