The Three Realms were in chaos. Everyone was searching for one person: the ruler of the Three Realms, who had supposedly fallen a hundred thousand years ago.
On a long street lined with tofu shops in Yun'an City, Chu Feng, the mortal world's Chronicler, dropped to his knees in public and called out to an old man holding a bowl of wine at a tavern entrance: "Master."
The whole city erupted in commotion.
No one knew that the accountant standing in the doorway, basking in the sun and too lazy even to raise his head, was the very person the Three Realms had spent tens of thousands of years kneeling to and searching for.
He had spent six years in the mortal world, doing just three things: drinking wine, keeping accounts, and asking whether the fish was fresh today.
When someone tried to find out if he was a master, he gave a two-word answer: "An accountant."
Until the day the Gray Realm breached the defenses of the Three Realms.
