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

Then, Shu Guan said to Han Biao in this way.


"Brother Shu, what are you going to do?"


"There's something I don't quite understand. I want to go back to Pen City to take another look. Uncle Han, you don't need to worry. There shouldn't be any danger."


Shu Guan said with a smile, then bid farewell to Han Biao and dashed towards the direction of Pen City.


Yes, he wanted to go back and see. As to what he wanted to see, Shu Guan was not certain at the moment.


The reason he wanted to go back, was due to a lingering query in his heart.


This curiosity arose from the incident when the madam Qingqing, Qu Chaoyan, and Jin Ziang came together earlier.


Though he learned from their conversation that the three had been close friends since childhood, this made Shu Guan more intrigued.


That's because, in this world, those with such strange fates are few and far between. The ratio of them is even smaller than that between cultivators and ordinary people.


Chapter 9 Returning to Pen City_3