After her grandfather's death, He Yangyang became the last heir of the He family.
She could have lived quite comfortably by using her Taoist arts to inspect graves and ward off misfortune for people.
But then the Pei family, an old and illustrious clan, came knocking.
The astonishingly handsome yet unexpectedly young head of the Pei family, Pei Min, said, "Please read my fortune first, little Daoist."
He Yangyang: Is the Taoist world really so short-staffed now? How has a clan head this important ended up looking for someone as obscure as me?
He Yangyang: "You are a true dragon among men. You'll surely live to be a hundred!"
Pei Min: "Ha. Another fraud. So the legendary last heir of the Xiangnan Taoist tradition is nothing special after all."
He Yangyang thought: Ha, you fish-headed old monster. Who knows how many centuries you've been alive, and you're still trying to pull a ghost story on me.
He's a pure-blooded human. Who knows how he ended up like this? The waters of a great family run too deep. Time to get out of here!
A month later, Pei Min chased her all the way to the mountains of Xiangnan and gripped He Yangyang's hand tightly. "Daoist He, you're the only one who can help me!"
