The Speaking Pork Trotter

In the neon of blue and purple, under the thick steel sky, at the forefront of this surge of data, lies the world post-tech revolution.
It's also the dividing line between reality and illusion.
Steel and flesh, past and future.
In this place, the world outside and inside coexist. Everything in front of us feels like a wall of time within reach.
The darkness is slowly creeping in.
But hey, my friend, you gotta know, we can't just counter darkness with softness.
Gotta use fire.

Naming Technique of the Night

Lordbluefire

"Sir, I know you want to hit Qing Yi, but you can't do it because of your status," Li Ke said seriously, "I, as a student, can do it."


"I have no such intention," Qing Chen said with a smile.


Qing Chen thought to himself that this young man indeed possessed integrity but was not pedantic.


He thought to himself that perhaps the old man had noticed this trait as well, which was why he had sent him to Qing Chen.


However, did Li Ke know what kind of path it really was?


It was a path of nine deaths and one life; one should not embark on it unprepared.


Qing Chen did not agree with Li Ke, nor did he refuse; he merely said, "Whatever you want to do is your own business, and whether I'm willing to teach you is mine."


Having said that, he maintained a peculiar breathing frequency and continued to lie on the lounge chair, immersed in the mysterious world.


302. The Secret of Autumn Leaf Courtyard