I've been delivering food for three years, and I've earned seven bad reviews.
My biggest customer, Xiao Tiance, the King of Bad Reviews, slapped a wad of cash across my face in public.
I picked it up, squared the bills, and set them back on his doorstep.
When I returned to my rented room, the old locust-tree pendant around my neck had turned hot.
The pickle jar my grandfather left me began to glow.
My grandmother's paper-cutting album started turning its pages by itself.
Only when all three were together did I learn the truth:
My Lin family was a cultivation clan wiped out across the galaxy three thousand years ago.
The pickle jar was an ancient cauldron for refining pills.
The paper-cutting album was a record of a hundred lifetimes of reincarnation.
The old locust-tree pendant was the Wood of a Hundred Lifetimes.
Every customer who gave me one of those seven bad reviews was someone I owed a karmic debt from a past life.
And Xiao Tiance's aunt was waiting at the gates of the Pavilion of Heavenly Secrets, demanding I hand over all three treasures.
I touched the hot locust-tree pendant around my neck.
"I'll keep the bad reviews."
"And I'll keep delivering food."
"I avenged your family three years ago."
