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

Shu Guan looked at the familiar face, which he had seen not long ago on the terrace of the neighboring private room. He had also seen the face in the water mirror when his Senior Brother Sang used the Water Mirror Tracking Skill to search for the audience in the private room. It seemed to belong to the servant of the woman next door.


"My lady would like to invite this gentleman over for a cup of tea. I wonder if he would be so kind to accept the invitation?"


The young man looked at Sang Liren in the room, pointed to the next private room, number six, and spoke very politely.


Shu Guan made a sound of acknowledgment and turned to look at Sang Liren. The three disciples of Yue Lan Academy, Yang Jianqing, Song Chunkang, and He Pilian, also looked at Sang Liren with curious expressions in their eyes.


Sang Liren appeared slightly embarrassed, coughed softly, and said to the young man:


Chapter 37: Where are the 4 people?