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

The middle-aged man glanced at the students in the Autumn Leaf Courtyard and then said calmly, "All rise. The Secretariat Department has asked me to inform everyone that, though cultivation is something to be happy about, it also requires a balance between work and rest. Go back to sleep and come back here tomorrow morning."


Qing Chen was speechless; the old man clearly saw through his thoughts and was teasing him.


As he watched the students say their goodbyes one by one, the middle-aged man came over and whispered, "Don't worry, there won't be any opponents in the passage that you can't handle. You might have some doubts, but you can get your answers at Dragon Lake tomorrow."


Qing Chen thought to himself, alright then.


That night, he waited on the steps of the passage all night, but the assassin never came.


315, a secret to take to the grave, and a request_2