Strange phenomena are erupting across the land. The whispers of ancient evil gods are growing louder, plunging humanity into panic. The government throws everything it has at the crisis, but cannot turn the tide. Civilization teeters on the brink, and no one can stop the spread of the uncanny.
Then a lone swordsman in blue robes appears. Wherever his sword passes, corruption vanishes and evil spirits are destroyed. Like an immortal descended from heaven, he protects one place after another, becoming humanity’s last hope. Everyone pins their hopes of survival on that blue figure.
Li Fei: “My clone, it’s cold and I can’t be bothered to get up. Go make me a cup of hot tea.”
The stunning blue figure that had captivated the whole world immediately puts away his sword. His robes fall neatly into place as he bows his head, then turns toward the table. He picks up the kettle, pours the water, and prepares the tea in one fluid motion.
