Wu Siliu

You won't understand it before you want to understand it.
After living with the old cripple for eighteen years, Shu Guan discovered that cultivation was actually a simple matter.
On the azure sea, a massive fleet of steel ships sailed against the wind and waves. Beneath the deep sea, a giant dragon opened its golden eyes and coldly looked up. 
Fighter jets roared, cutting through the clouds. Ahead, a large wing descended from the clouds, and a crane cried out in the vast sky. 
On the battlefield, artillery fire filled the sky, bullets flew, and amidst it all, sword energy could be faintly heard. 
This is a world where technology has risen, yet myths have not dissipated. 
The path to immortality has been severed, leaving only a solitary figure walking alone.

I Came From The Xanadu

To be honest, Shu Guan didn't agree to accompany Senior Sang to watch the play because of his compelling gaze, but because he also wanted to go.


However, he had to wait for other senior brothers and sisters to express their attitudes before he could express his willingness to go. After all, he was the youngest junior brother.


He had been practicing in the temple for nearly three months, and he pretty much learned all the Daoist Skills. Shu Guan indeed wanted to go out and have a look around.


And, after transcending to a whole new world, Shu Guan didn't want his life to be only about cultivation. He still wanted to explore this world properly.


So when Shu Guan saw the two play tickets in Senior Sang's hands, a long-lost feeling rose in his heart. Although he hadn't seen a play in his previous life, it should be similar to watching movies.


Shu Guan really wanted to check it out.


Chapter 33: We are not Daoists