The Immortal Daoist Nun

The eleventh year of the Yongzheng reign. Seven hundred li from Zhenyuan Prefecture, Guizhou Province. A figure in a black cloak stood motionless by the river, seemingly waiting for someone…

It was nearly midnight. The wind howled around them like a ghost rushing past. Duanmu Jin held her breath, eyes fixed unblinkingly on the river. It was the fifteenth day of the seventh lunar month, when ghostly energy was at its strongest and yang energy at its weakest. Yet here Duanmu Jin was, waiting for a thousand-year-old evil spirit…