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

In the gloomy room, not knowing how much time had passed, Li Ke suddenly opened his eyes and said softly, "Master."


Qing Chen smiled, a very happy smile, "Congratulations."


This meant that the Knight inheritance of the Inner World had not been severed!


The old man curiously asked, "Does this count as passing the Trial of Conscience?"


"Of course," Qing Chen nodded his head.


"What if one fails to pass?" the old man asked.


"If you don't pass, you die," Qing Chen said; he looked at Li Ke, "What did you experience in the Trial of Conscience? Why did it take you so long?"


Li Ke glanced at his watch, and it had already been 24 hours.


He looked at Qing Chen and asked, "Master, can I keep it to myself?"


"Yes," Qing Chen rubbed his head, "The Trial of Conscience is each Knight's own secret. You can keep it to yourself."


Just as Qing Chen never mentioned to Uncle Li Dong that actually, when he was very little, he had been abandoned by his mother once.


340, Li Ke, Ask the Heart 3