Lin Xuan spent ten years living in seclusion deep in the mountains. When he finally came down, he discovered that the world had changed beyond recognition.
The age of high martial arts had arrived, strange creatures were everywhere, and everyone lived in fear.
Yet with a casual flick of his hand, he could draw a talisman and send a hundred ghosts fleeing. When he had time to kill, he could tell fortunes and expose the secrets of fate.
Those so-called S-rank experts and mysterious organizations were nothing more than his former disciples and their descendants.
He had hoped to keep a low profile, so why were all the demons and monsters in the city flocking to him?
Lin Xuan sighed and took out the chipped bowl his master had left behind. “Fine. If I can’t avoid you, then I might as well… charge you protection money.”
