Chen Mo never imagined that his electric scooter for food deliveries would lead him down a path to the heavens.
Two years after graduating from a second-tier college, he had sent out 487 resumes, and all he had to show for it was an account as a delivery rider. Every day, he raced against the clock and fought off bad reviews, relying on his credit card just to pay the rent. Then, on a stormy day, beneath an old pagoda tree, he met a robed old man who said he wanted to take him as a disciple.
“Unusual bone structure? A deep affinity for the Dao?” Drenched from head to toe, Chen Mo just wanted to finish his delivery. “Sir, I’ll get docked pay if I’m late!”
But after returning to his rented room late that night, he looked at his haggard reflection in the mirror, unable to shake one absurd thought: What if... the old man was telling the truth?
The next day, when he stood beneath the pagoda tree and saw the tea the old man had prepared for his initiation, the gears of fate began to turn. It turned out that spiritual ley lines, invisible to the naked eye, ran between the city’s high-rises; his delivery routes followed the hidden patterns of ancient divination; and the bad-luck aura clinging to his customers was all too real...
Starting with his first peace talisman, Chen Mo discovered that the world was far more fascinating than he had imagined. While other delivery riders worried about running late, he could deliver orders on a gentle breeze. While office workers crammed onto the subway, he soared across the city skyline on his flying sword. Yet the old Daoist’s words, “Cultivation is for the good of the world,” never left his mind. He remembered that he had once been one of them.
Now, the most important delivery this food courier has to make is the one that will rewrite his own life.
