Code of Order

Eighteen years ago, a sealed iron cabin drifted up from the west coast of the Sea of ​​Fog. The Pandaren Brewmaster Lao Chen hung a hook on the reef for three years before dragging it ashore from the waves - inside was a human baby that didn't cry. He was carried into the Dragon Palace in the deepest part of the emerald bamboo sea: the stone sculpture opened its eyes, white light fell, and the violent gray mark was pressed into a quiet birthmark lying on the chest. The bamboo slips in the valley record various fragments of the ancient "Code of Order", but there is no name for this seal; there is only a crack as thin as a hair on the wall of sighs. Eighteen years later, Lin En grew up as a young man in a sea of ​​bamboo. He learned drunken steps and palm power. He still thought that troubles were just due to his lack of fists and feet, and his life experience was a mystery. The iron smell in the wind at the southern edge is getting thicker, and the mantid explores north every year; in the blink of life and death, the old mark on the collar wakes up by itself - invisible ripples spread through the black mist, pushing him back from the door of death to the lucky chance of saving his life. The clan members who cooked the bamboo shoots in the stove and the four masters protected him as he grew up, but they could not stop the approaching shadow from the south. People inside the wall were living their lives as usual, but rumors were spreading outside the wall: the code was shattered by natural disasters, and the disasters and fragments were scattered everywhere - only a few unfinished chats were left in the fog. Lin En is not sure whether he is a blessing or a curse. He only knows that if he wants to understand what happened on the sea eighteen years ago, he must first understand the mark on his body; and the day when the mystery is revealed is the day when he has to step out of this fog and step into the unknown world.