Transmigrated. Became the State Preceptor of the Great Qi Dynasty, ruling over the Daoist arts of the world. Pretty good, twenty years of Maoshan cultivation, professional match. Until I looked at the talismans drawn by my predecessor: horizontal lines not flat, vertical lines not straight, ghost-drawn peach charms are even better than this. The ritual instruments are copper pieces scavenged from the market, the Daoist robes are borrowed from an opera troupe. All the civil and military officials in the imperial court are just waiting for me to make a fool of myself. The Bureau of Astronomy has already sharpened its knives. This Daoist takes a deep breath. Sorry, this time I am coming for real. Warm ending with no harmful orientation.