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

As for the strange request by the young man surnamed Shu, asking Qingqing to go to the river at dawn, once she had promised, she would never go back on her word.


She was such a woman, growing up with her biological mother in a brothel from a young age, tainted with the worldly air, but never truly corrupting her heart.


Although she would not renege on her promise, as an easygoing person, she was still a woman after all. She had her concerns about going to the big river alone at four in the morning.


This concern was not fear, but purely because Qingqing knew very well what kind of place the pier area was.


This place was rife with passing bandits, local ruffians, and losing gamblers; you never knew what kind of people you would encounter in the dead of night and what kind of incidents would follow.


So, Qingqing went to find her two friends to accompany her.


Chapter 8: Such a Small Dragon