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

On the fourth night, as the 'No Visitors' sign hung outside the Autumn Leaf Courtyard, past seven o'clock, no more guests came.


Everyone knew the rule of the Autumn Leaf Courtyard, that no visitors would be received after 7 p.m.


Just as when the old man mourned his mentor before, nobody was allowed to disturb him.


Even if the sky fell outside, that door would not open.


The old man on the broken bridge by the lake also heard about this and kept telling Qing Chen that he was smart, which meant Qing Chen did not have to worry about anything when he came and went from the mountainside estate.


However, this also gave outsiders an impression of Qing Chen, that this teaching master was naturally arrogant and did not give face to anyone.


After 7 p.m. at night and before 9 a.m. in the morning, both were Qing Chen's own time.


By the fourth day since crossing over, Qing Chen had already consumed a total of seven Dragon Fish.


304, Mister and Master (Requesting Monthly Pass)_3