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.
"The struggle for the Shadow Candidate might seem like nine contestants standing on the same starting line, competing fairly," Uncle Li Dong said with a sarcastic chuckle beside the campfire, "but where in this world is there absolute fairness? Behind every Shadow Candidate stands a different clan faction, all ready to pull out all the stops to support their champion."
"Which faction supports Qing Huai? And who supports the other candidates?" Qing Chen asked out of curiosity.
"The support for Qing Huai goes beyond the fourth house. The third house, whose place you took, and even some collateral branches of the Li's Family are backing him. He is truly set with high expectations," Uncle Li Dong said with a smile, "Just wait until your teacher takes out Qing Huai, those people won't have a place left to cry."