Li Xuanyin woke up with a severe headache and a burning sensation in his internal organs. He found himself wearing strange clothes (cheap T-shirts and jeans) and lying next to a stinking, moving iron box (trash can).
◦ He pushed himself up and looked around cautiously. The towering, brightly lit "Crystal Palace" (skyscrapers), the "iron-clad monsters" (cars) speeding by on the road, and the glowing "small mirrors" (mobile phones) in the hands of pedestrians all made him feel very nervous.
◦ "Where is this place? Is there magic?" He was full of wariness in his heart. He tried to use his inner strength, but found that his body was empty. That glass of poisonous wine seemed to have destroyed his years of cultivation.
◦ Several drunken young men passed by and saw him behaving strangely, so they stepped forward to provoke him. Although the prince had lost his internal strength, his battlefield fighting skills were still there. He knocked down several people with three punches and two kicks, and the cold murderous intent in his eyes scared the hell out of them.
◦ He found "Li Xuan's" ID card from a worn wallet left behind by the gangster. He frowned as he looked at the photo that looked very similar to his own. "Who... Is this person? Who is this king?"
