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

While waiting for the soup dumplings to be served, Shu Guan asked Jiang Yun.


Jiang Yun's condition indeed seemed a bit off. It wasn't until Shu Guan asked a second time that Jiang Yun finally responded in alarm.


"That man, he looks to be in his sixties or seventies, but he's actually at least two hundred years old. He appears very refined and gentle..."


Shu Guan looked at Jiang Yun with some curiosity.


Jiang Yun seemed to be very afraid of the person pursuing him. Shu Guan naturally noticed this early on, but now that he has decided to accompany Jiang Yun, he wonders why the fat man still seems so nervous, and seems to be getting increasingly tense.


Chapter 157: A Dragon Sandwiched Between Left and Right Aids_2