The Return of the Fortune-Teller

In the years of the Republic, chaos descended and the earth's energies fell into disarray. For the sake of waiting, for the sake of immortality, and for… One sinister scheme after another unfolded beneath the darkness. A prodigy of the Daoist sect from a hundred years in the future, Ye Jinyu arrived here after perishing alongside her enemy. A max-violence fortune-teller × a long-lived monk with a charming smile, Daoism × ghosts and monsters × the Yin-Yang school Ye Jinyu looked impatiently at the person who had appeared behind her again. “Mr. Chicken, you really are everywhere. You just won't leave me alone.” Ji Changshan still smiled with warm gentleness. “We are bound by fate from a past life. Wherever you are, naturally, I will be there too.” Ye Jinyu said, “If I remember correctly, you're a monk.” Ji Changshan smiled. “I'm your personal chef.” Thinking of all the times she'd blown up the kitchen, Ye Jinyu replied, “Fine by me.” But when even a certain cat learned to cook, Ye Jinyu suddenly felt that someone was quite redundant.