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

It was dusk, and the sunset sky glowed with the brilliance of the setting sun.


They departed from the Autumn Leaf Courtyard.


Outside the gate, the area was desolated.


Everyone's shadows were stretched long by the sunlight, occasionally overlapping one another.


Qing Chen lifted his foot and followed the servant toward the meeting hall.


On the way, he asked Li Su and the others, "Were these kinds of family meetings common in the past?"


"Not really," Li Su shook his head, "They usually happen after the annual ancestral shrine worship, once a year. Representatives of the various factions within the clan would report the most important settlement data to the Family Head and then new appointments for the coming year would be made."


"How long do they usually last?" Qing Chen asked, curious.


"There have been meetings that lasted three days and three nights," Li Su said with a smile, "Many people attend these meetings wearing adult diapers just in case."


Whoever is not one of us, their heart must be different.