Zhu Feng unexpectedly obtains the eye of a major boss, along with a key that lets him travel between two worlds.
As the saying goes, even a pig can take flight if it catches the right wind.
When all sorts of resources from the world of myth appear before Zhu Feng, he becomes convinced that in this low-magic twenty-first century, he is that pig... no, he is the one flying highest.
Eastern sorcerers, Western wizards, and exotic beasts with all kinds of bloodlines can only quietly hand over their fortunes when faced with those glittering, rare materials.
Wine as red as blood fills his glass, and a mouthwatering feast covers the table. Reclining in a rickety old wicker chair, Zhu Feng toys with the major boss's eye and lets out a long, satisfied sigh...
