The old man with the gourd? Pure chaos energy. One scream, and the fight shifts from martial arts to myth. From Underdog to Overlord leans hard into wuxia absurdity—and I’m here for it. His panic isn’t weakness; it’s the universe gasping as fate tilts. 😳🔥
That white-robed elder with the bamboo embroidery? His eyes say everything—disapproval, sorrow, maybe even regret. He watches Li’s rise not with pride, but dread. In From Underdog to Overlord, power isn’t won—it’s inherited like a curse. 🌿 His silence screams louder than any battle cry.