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 old man chuckled heartily, "I've spent my lifetime working for the Li family, what's wrong with speaking a couple of words about the Lao Lee household?"
Qing Chen frowned; he glanced over at a certain eave corner in the distance, and the Heartless Bronze Bell hanging beneath it with a red string, labeled as the forbidden object ACE-020.
"What, afraid that badmouthing the Li family will make that bronze bell ring?" the old man laughed, "That thing is a fake!"
"Ah?" Qing Chen was bewildered, "There are so many bronze bells hanging in the manor, they're all fake? That can't be!"
"Why not?" the old man shook his head and said, "In this world, truth and falsehoods, reality and illusion are intermingled—even the blood ties and affection between brothers could be false, let alone a forbidden object?"
"I don't believe it," Qing Chen shook his head.