Deyun: This Martial Uncle Is a Force to Be Reckoned With

In this life, I pick up the thread of my bond with crosstalk once more.

A clapper, a handkerchief, a paper fan.

In Tianjin, with fog shrouding the city, he pushed open the door and walked right in.

A dream of the Western Expedition began his journey with crosstalk.

It was something he loved deep down, and getting to tell a joke now and then made him happy.

Movies were simply the natural next step. But he poured his heart into every work, one film at a time, until he looked back and found himself at the summit.

I only wanted to take it easy and do things I enjoyed.

But you all forced me to become a dragon.

Fine, I'll come clean: I'm just a tiny bit overpowered!