At Dawn, I Heard the Way

[Eastern supernatural folklore | Episodic stories | A world inspired by the Classic of Mountains and Seas]

[An old ghost who loves gossip × a cool, stunning young Taoist priestess]

Blurb 1:

By the banks of the River of Forgetfulness, beside the Bridge of Helplessness, stands a tavern called "The Between."

It's said that an old ghost who has been dead for millions of years and refuses to be reincarnated runs the tavern, helping the dead fulfill their wishes and settle unfinished business from their past lives.

One day, the wind chimes beneath the eaves rang sharply. A Taoist priest in white stepped through the door, sword in hand. "Miss, would you hear a story from me, one of romance and moonlight, with nothing to do with life or death?"

Wen Yan raised an eyebrow, a sunflower seed between her lips. "Has no one ever told you that a young Taoist priest as pretty as you might get eaten?"

Blurb 2:

Wen Yan thinks she won't live much longer, because business has been a little too brisk lately.

A young nobleman who staked the lives of an entire city, a female elder with severe dissociative identity disorder, a young lord who thinks he can see ghosts, a little princess who spent ten years cultivating herself on a mountain only to cultivate a single chicken feather...

But none of that is the point. The point is that the person secretly pulling all the strings behind it all might not be human.

Blurb 3:

People say that anyone seeking good weather and a peaceful, prosperous nation must visit Lingguang Temple. But among the seventy-two sacred mountains of the south, only one temple still worships a god who died long ago.

The white-robed Taoist asked, "I have heard of one who would bring peace to the world, and of a still pool that would usher in a peaceful age. Since you're going to the mortal world under an assumed name, how about Wen Yan?"

Beneath the old locust tree, the girl rested her chin on her hand, only half understanding. "That's too scholarly. Wen Yan, Wen Yan... Why not call yourself Wen Yan, with the other Yan?"

The white-robed Taoist's fingers stiffened. He swept his sleeve and left. But the agarwood and sandalwood scent on his sleeve was so lovely that even the faintest trace of it left her intoxicated, unwilling to wake.

**Reading Guide**:

◇ A laid-back, gossipy old ghost × a pure-hearted, righteous divine lord

◇ A feast for readers of every taste. Episodic stories include vengeful ghosts, fateful misunderstandings, past lives and present, and deep sisterly bonds.

◇ Lighthearted daily life, interspersed with old heartbreaks.

◇ Contains secondary BL/GL storylines, not exclusively romance-focused. Read with caution if this bothers you.

Theme: The past cannot be changed, but regrets will eventually find peace.