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

Qing Chen thought to himself, so that's the story.


The old man continued with a sigh, "Hearing about your reaction after you ate the dragon fish, I started to yearn for the vast world outside again. If I were a knight, I suppose I could have visited many places in my lifetime. The biggest regret of my life is that I couldn't take a look at the real Dragon Lake. Your master's master told me that it shimmers like a sapphire embedded in the earth. Nor could I take a nap under the giant tree's roots in Taboo Land No. 002; I couldn't listen to the golden shadows tell ancient stories in Taboo Land No. 001. Isn't it strange that at the last moment of life, it's not the joys we've experienced but the regrets we've never fulfilled that we think of?"


"As the Master of the Li Family, you could visit any place now if you wished," Qing Chen said.


The old man shook his head, "It's too late."


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