A Hundred Ghosts Walk at Night

When my grandfather was young, he was a renowned yin-yang master throughout the martial world. He spent his life doing good, vanquishing evil and sealing away fierce ghosts, and swore to protect the balance between yin and yang to his dying breath...

On the night of his funeral, Heaven took pity on him: paper figures carried his coffin, a true dragon led the way, spirit soldiers cleared the path, and a hundred ghosts escorted him to his grave...

And where the coffin touched the ground was the entrance to the Dragon Tomb...

I borrowed the dragon’s energy to defy fate and return to life, inherited my grandfather’s legacy, and now walk between yin and yang, slaying demons and driving out evil...