The Way of Heaven: a word spoken becomes law.
With a single word, one can move mountains and rivers, determine life and death, and hold all things in the palm of one's hand.
Thus, as the Heavenly Dao who could turn the tide of the Cangming Realm with a flick of her hand, Qing Ming lived a very carefree life.
Until that day
She opened her eyes to find herself in a shabby woodshed, with a young man beside her offering half a shriveled steamed bun.
Qing Ming: ???
When did something as crude as a steamed bun become fit to appear before her?
She coldly slapped the young man's hand away and parted her vermilion lips. "Celestial Palace in the Clouds, nectar and jade dew, appear!"
But after a few breaths, the woodshed was still a woodshed, and the steamed bun was still just a steamed bun.
Qing Ming fell silent.
The young man fell silent too.
After a long while, Qing Ming, whose stomach was rumbling with hunger, finally spoke.
"Um... do you have any more steamed buns?"
(The author is terrible at writing blurbs and is just letting loose. A wish-fulfillment novel.)
Theme: The Heavenly Dao has a heart.
