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

This rule resulted in a few spectators on the seats with missing arms and legs, which looked very strange.


"Eh, the meeting should have started by now. Why hasn't the old master arrived yet?" a middle-aged woman by the long table said, "In the past, he was always the most punctual. I remember in earlier years he would even stand by the door, and if anyone of us was late, we were required to write a self-criticism."


Li Yunye looked at a servant, "Go, ask what happened."


The servant from the Martial Arts School quickly ran out, then hurried back shortly after, "The old master said the meeting would start once everyone arrives."


There was a moment of surprise among the people at the meeting hall.


In the room, everyone knew why a batch of people hadn't arrived yet.


However, they hadn't expected that the usually punctual and imposing old master would suddenly become capricious at such a time.


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