In the thirty-seventh year of the Republic of China, Daxia, the old capital.
The spiers of foreign-style buildings pierce the gloomy sky all year round, and the trams make a clanging sound on the bluestone road, kicking up the smoke and dust from street vendors. A gentleman in a suit holds a swaying girl in a cheongsam.
This is an era of ecstasy and class divisions.
A hundred years ago, with the collapse of the last dynasty, the heaven and earth changed, and spiritual energy revived. People with superpowers who could control elements, strengthen the body, and influence the spirit were born among humans. Since then, the rules of the world have been completely rewritten - strength is justice, and strength determines life and death.
Aristocratic families occupy the city, warlords rule the four sides, and the Zhenyi Division maintains a fragile order in the name of law. Underneath the glamorous appearance, there is the despair of countless people at the bottom struggling to survive, as well as a terrifying shadow lurking in the depths of darkness, which preys on ancient artifacts and people with special powers.
He pretends to be useless and hides his incompetence, bending himself to Paramount,
Awakening the most inconspicuous power [Reverberation].
A modern watch allows him to hear the whispers of antiquity,
It can distinguish authenticity for thousands of years, and it can condense its spirit into a blade.
During the day, he is an ant in the dust.
In the dark night, he is the little gentleman in black robe.
The old capital is undercurrent, and the shadow of silence is shrouded.
He hides a three-foot sharp blade in the dust and mud:
"History has no words, I speak for it.
I will level out the injustice in the world with my own hands. "
