At the foot of Qingyun Sect, there’s a funeral parlor.
Its owner is Shen Tang, a Qi Refining cultivator whose cultivation is so low that the whole sect laughs at her every day.
No one knows she is an inspector of the Heavenly Dao. No one knows that the ledger in her hands lists 3,247 people erased by the Heavenly Dao.
She has only one rule: If the Heavenly Dao can’t fix it, I will.
One day, the Demon Lord kicked down the door and demanded that she kill someone.
Shen Tang opened the ledger and pushed it across the counter. “Someone’s already booked an appointment for the sect leader.”
In the space for the person who made the booking were two words: Heavenly Dao.
She picked up her teacup. “Read. No reply.”
She thought this was just another contest against the Heavenly Dao.
Until the day she opened the last page of the ledger.
Three words had appeared on the blank page.
A Nian.
The other half of her shattered self had awakened.
She thought she was the one moving the pieces.
Only then did she discover there was another board beneath the board.
And her name had already been written on it.
The Heavenly Dao read my message and never replied. I’ll give it a grand funeral.
