"You?"
"Who are you?"
"You remind me of someone I know, but you're not quite the same."
Perhaps the places people inhabit in this world can be divided into two sides: one a clear stream, the other a muddy mire.
A benevolent goddess was pulled down from her lofty perch, leaving the clear stream for the cliff of death where the two worlds meet.
She drew ever closer to the cliff's edge, yet always kept her distance from the mire.
Those of the clear stream wanted to pull her back, while those of the mire wanted to drag her in.
Which side will prevail?
Taotie had everything planned out nicely: wait for someone at a banquet and stay out of other people's business. But the Emperor asked him to descend to the mortal realm and help, so reluctantly, he agreed.
Chi Qing, the curator of the guildhall, has a cool disposition. Few know what she conceals behind that facade.
Taotie had heard she was no easy person to deal with, so he planned to avoid trouble and keep his distance. But later, the two ended up spending almost every day together.
One problem after another was resolved, and everything seemed to be moving in a good direction. Yet beneath the lake's calm surface lurked unpredictable waves, catching everyone off guard.
