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

Just then, the wind in Taboo Land rose again, and Qing Chen said softly to the old man behind him, "Old Master, my mentor said it's great to see you again, welcome to the Knight's House."


In this cold winter season, the old man suddenly felt a warm breeze wrap around his hands, as if greeting a long-lost friend.


The old man smiled, "I have come late."


After speaking, the old man seemed to have resolved another concern; the weight on his heart lessened, and his entire being wilted completely.


The faint breath, like a candle in the wind, could extinguish at any moment.


Qing Chen glanced into the depths of Taboo Land, "I must leave first, elders, there are still tasks unfinished."


Saying this, he resolutely walked towards the green mountain cliffs, striding vigorously.


The old man chuckled on his back, "Going to see your disciple become a Knight?"


"No," Qing Chen said, "you will know soon."


354. There are always one or two winds in the world that fill my 108,000 dreams_3