On the day of my full-month celebration, my unreliable father gave me the name of a Chinese medicinal herb: Chenpi, the dried citrus peel used to dispel internal heat.
That name nearly made me die of embarrassment at my full-month banquet.
Luckily, I had a dependable grandfather, who added the character Yu to my name.
I am Chen Piyu, and I hit my peak the moment I entered the scene! A true spirit medium.
To keep me out of the trouble my father had caused, I was hidden in the countryside for eighteen years.
With thunder-struck wood hanging around my neck and three prohibitions weighing on my shoulders, I lived a life even stray dogs would turn their noses up at.
Then, on my eighteenth birthday, my dad returned in a luxury car and knelt before my grandfather. “Dad, that thing has emerged!”
My grandfather exhaled the last of his smoke and pushed me into the whirlpool of fate.
“Pizi, go to the city, take over your spirit altar, and save your own life!”
