Naming Technique of the Night
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.
148, not shackles
"Strange, making a throat-slitting gesture, such a provocative act, doesn't fit with your cautious personality. Do you have a purpose?"
In the woods, Qing Chen and Uncle Li Dong met up, the latter asked with some curiosity.
Qing Chen explained, "I was worried they would run off. In case their hatred wasn't enough and they didn't come after me, then my plan might not work well."
"Ah," Uncle Li Dong nodded, "Now that makes sense."
When the mentor and student walked side by side, the atmosphere suddenly became much more relaxed, as if this place was not Taboo Land, but an ordinary forest.
"By the way, Master," Qing Chen asked, "have those wilderness people come in?"
"Only those from Fire Pit have come in. Judging by their current route, they are heading straight for the heart of Taboo Land. I always felt their sudden appearance near the Central Plains was likely aimed at Qing Huai," Uncle Li Dong said.
"Aimed at Qing Huai?" Qing Chen was puzzled.