Zhang Zhiyuan, the light of villainy and great sage, silently tosses out four swords. “Come on, let me teach you their names. This is the Immortal-Slaying Sword, this is the Immortal-Killing Sword, this is the Immortal-Trapping Sword, and this is the Immortal-Extinguishing Sword.”
Then Zhang Zhiyuan tosses out two black-and-white stones. “This one is called Skyfall, and this one is called Earthsplit. But I like to call them Little Boy and Fat Man.”
“Sit down. Let’s reason this out.” Then he recalls all sorts of sayings from the Analects.
