He was just the most ordinary herb-gathering boy in Bahuang Town, with neither immortal bones nor supernatural powers.
The one thing he excelled at was keeping accounts.
He recorded the dew on leaves, the traces along mountain paths, and every name that should not disappear.
Until one day, he discovered that the so-called Way of Heaven was no true Way of Heaven, and the fates of all living things were no destiny at all, but part of a selection process written long ago.
Some sought to erase the “useless,” while others treated all living beings as data to be purged.
Lu Chen opened his ledger and, as a mortal, called the Way of Heaven to account.
If the Way of Heaven is wrong, who will judge it?
