Lin Xuan stood on the top floor of a skyscraper, with neon lights flashing in the cyber city beneath his feet, holographic projections of giant beasts shuttled between buildings, and suspended traffic flow like the Milky Way upside down. He looked down at the penetrating wound on his chest, blood dripping down the broken armor, and white smoke evaporating on the metal floor.
"Lin Xuan, stop struggling." Zhou Mingyuan's voice came from behind, with his usual gentle smile, but the smile was tinged with poison, "Your ancient Qi refining skills are rubbish in the face of technological civilization. Hand over the fragments of the jade disc of creation if you are wise, and I can leave you a whole body."
Lin Xuan turned around and looked at his most trusted friend. Zhou Mingyuan was wearing a suit and leather shoes, holding an energy gun in his hand, with green smoke coming out of the gun. Next to Zhou Mingyuan, Su Waner, who was wearing a white dress, held his arm. The face that once made Lin Xuanhun dream about was full of indifference.
"Why?" Lin Xuan's voice was hoarse, and there was a fishy sweetness in his throat.
