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 appointment with the old man at Longhu Broken Bridge was a secret between Qing Chen and the other party.


The secret was so important that the old man couldn't help but lower his voice when he spoke about it.


Qing Chen, carrying a Dragon Fish, walked towards the Autumn Leaf Courtyard, suddenly overwhelmed by a wave of sadness because he knew that the old man truly didn't have much time left.


In the first 17 years of his life, Qing Chen, who'd never truly felt family affection, was especially sensitive to all good and evil intentions in this world.


If Uncle Li Dong was the first person in the Inner World to treat him with sincere kindness, then the old man must be the second.


But as they say, all good parties must come to an end.


After one has had their fill of food and drink, it's time to go their separate ways.


This parting with his master, Uncle Li Dong, was different from the feigned death, because there was no date for return.


320. Reverse Brainwashing