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

At the time when Shu Guan was being stopped by the wealthy lady on the escalator, Wang Dahu and his companions had just reached the entrance of the department store, carrying their purchases.


If Shu Guan could have come out a little earlier, Wang Dahu and the others might not have had to cross the street, and the encounter that happened next would not have occurred.


At that time, the four brothers of Wang family were carrying bags of rice, oil, vegetables, and meat from one side of the street to the other. There was a red light at the intersection, but the men weren't really known for waiting for lights.


Having grown up in a mountain valley and only living in Jing City, a big city, for one year, most of their time was spent working at the pier or in a quarry. It was their first time in a bustling area like the concession.


They knew what traffic lights were, but they never took them seriously.


Why should people walking have to listen to the lights, right?


Chapter 125: Meeting Xu Chuxiang Again (Part 2)