Three people are chatting in the Celestial Empire of 2123. Xia Xiaotiao tucks a strand of hair behind her right ear. "There’s not much to it, really. I’m a cultivator, so I’ve lived to this day, amassed endless wealth, and still look this young."
Xia Wudao turns to Stephen King. "Brother King, what about you? How come you’re so awesome?"
King’s golden shoulder-length hair is parted down the middle. He smiles proudly. "Because I have a System!"
Those six simple words say it all.
Xia Wulian and Stephen King look at Xia Wudao at the same time and ask in unison, "Then what about you? Why are you even more awesome than us?"
Xia Wudao looks a little embarrassed. "Because I have a System too, and mine is a Mother System..."
