The Order of the Dragon

The man led Liu Zhihao to a room at the back of the building. Inside, he saw several people gathered around a table, with various objects and tools laid out before them.

The man instructed Liu Zhihao to take off his shirt and lie down on the table. He complied, feeling a bit nervous but also intrigued.

One of the members began to draw intricate symbols and designs on his bare chest with a black ink. The symbols seemed to glow in the dim light of the room, casting eerie shadows across the walls.

Liu Zhihao felt a strange energy coursing through his body as the symbols were drawn on him. He didn't understand what was happening, but he knew that it was something powerful and mystical.

Suddenly, the room was filled with a bright light, and Liu Zhihao felt as if he was floating in the air. He saw strange visions flashing before his eyes, images of ancient temples and forgotten knowledge.

When the light faded, he found himself back on the table, the symbols now etched permanently on his chest. He felt different, as if he had gained some sort of new knowledge or power.

The man helped him up, and Liu Zhihao felt a sense of camaraderie with the others in the room. They were all part of something mysterious and powerful, and he felt honored to be a part of it.

As he left the building and made his way back to his apartment, Liu Zhihao knew that he had just embarked on a journey that would change his life forever. He was now a member of the Order of the Dragon, and he was ready to explore the secrets that lay ahead.