My name is Chen Mo, and I run a martial arts gym.
My daily routine is to squat at the door and watch the ants, feed the cats, and act stupid.
When people ask me how I feel about practicing Qi, I say just a little bit.
People ask me if I fight, and I say no.
Until a guy in a monk's robe climbed in through the window and said that there was a god called "Nine Demons" inside me.
I said you got the wrong person.
He said your world is going to be destroyed.
(It's none of my business) I won't go, the martial arts school will keep an eye on it.
Until something inside me moved.
They call me Wenqiu, Tatsuwara, Saruma...
Call me Jiu Yao.
But I still say the same thing:
My name is Chen Mo.
