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.
"I'm quite curious about the secrets Mr. Shadow can tell me, but I'm not particularly fond of weighing my life on a scale," Qing Chen said in the darkness.
Within this small room, Qing's Family's present Shadow and the Shadow Candidate sat opposite each other in the living room, devoid of light, their faces both shrouded in shadow.
Both parties sat in strikingly similar postures, creating an atmosphere of tension in the room.
It was as though on a silent throne, two opposing kings were scrutinizing each other.
But the strangeness lay in the fact that one was a king with real authority in his grasp, master of the power behind the Qing's Family, while the other was a nameless individual.
Shadow suddenly chuckled, "How strange, you're rejecting me, yet I don't feel angry at all. Over the years, not many have dared to say no to me."