Lord of Pro

His name is Li Banfeng, the 'feng' of mountain peak, not the 'feng' of going crazy. The doctor said he wasn't crazy. To save a friend's life, he went to Platform 96, boarded the 1160 steam train, and arrived in Pro State, which is stuck in the steam age.

He met a confidante in an old phonograph, an unparalleled beauty in a calendar poster, a swinging courtesan in an old grandfather clock, and an otherworldly expert in a wine gourd. Here, there are Food Cultivators who get stronger the more they eat, Smoke Cultivators who get stronger the more they smoke, Martial Cultivators who get fiercer the more they kill, and Wine Cultivators who get wilder the more they drink.

There are also Travel Cultivators who want to go everywhere, and Shut-in Cultivators who don't want to go anywhere. Among the hundred sects under heaven, who will contend for supremacy? Among the ten thousand cultivators of Pro, who will be the leader?

Banfeng put on his suit, donned his top hat, picked up his feather duster, and asked seriously: "Tell me, who is it?"