I have no surname, just one name: Yan.
I have seen the drifting clouds of the upper realm, and I have witnessed my fair share of gods fighting. I watch the younger generation come and go, while guarding this little immortal pavilion. I might as well answer the request from the Hall of King Yama and repay the debt I incurred hundreds of years ago.
There's also a little girl named Xin. She's bolder than her father and isn't afraid of me at all. She sticks to me every day. Oh well, it's not as if I have anything better to do. I'll take her along. Maybe this is fate.
A god who has lived for hundreds of thousands of years watches people come and go in this mortal world. Cup after cup of tea, I read their sorrows and joys. There are men who love devotedly, and women who aspire to the clouds. As I watch, one problem after another gets resolved.
Do you have any regrets, or unfinished business in the mortal world? Come sit for a while at Yiyan Pavilion.
A proprietress who wears a green jade mask and smiles faintly, yet has a cool heart. A clever, mischievous little girl who loves to play. A gentle, courteous bookkeeper who adores cloud patterns. A hot-tempered middle-aged man with a peculiar disposition. And a refined, charming young man with a cunning streak. Yiyan Pavilion awaits your arrival.
Theme: Through the perspectives of the protagonists and others, this story explores the affairs of humans, demons, and gods.
