A Cultivator's Notes from the Mortal World

Truth and lies, lies and truth.

A shop tucked away in the old district of Jiangcheng,

with no number on its storefront, only an ancient, weathered character for “divination.”

Locals have all kinds of theories about it: some suspect it’s a scam, some revere its owner as a spirit medium, some say she performs exorcisms, and others call her a feng shui master. She never offers a word of explanation, leaving the world to judge for itself. With three copper coins, this diviner communes with spirits and walks between the realms of yin and yang…