The old street teahouse with dripping eaves is Lu Qingya's small world.
A pot of tea can interpret a dream; a glance of anger can transform an evil spirit. He thought he could stick to the "sky viewing" technique passed down by his master and quietly watch the clouds roll and relax.
Until he discovered that the world outside the window had already changed.
Feng shui has become a commodity with a clear price tag, the compass has been equipped with an electronic screen, and the millennium heritage has been compressed into a quick textbook. Buildings have lost their souls in the "scientific layout", and streets and lanes have been cut off by data calculations.
And in the dark, there are people who use Feng Shui as a blade to weave a web of wealth and death.
When the unsolved case file brought by the missing detective, the mirror image of a wealthy family crying in the deep house, and the secret of Kunlun left by the master were all presented to him at the same time, he understood that this teahouse could no longer shut out the wind and rain outside the window.
So, he opened the door and walked into the steel jungle composed of data, capital and human desires.
Use the most ancient wisdom to confront the most modern greed.
His weapons are nothing more than the light in his eyes that can see the fate of heaven and earth, the sense that can touch the pulse of the earth in his hands, and an innocent heart that has never cooled down.
