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

Zou Zhen's gaze slowly swept over the young disciples in the room, and he smiled faintly, saying:


"You all heard what I discussed with the other two grandmasters just now, right?"


More than twenty young disciples responded in unison.


Then, Zou Zhen's expression turned serious and added another sentence.


"Remember the young man in the portrait. If you encounter him, do not act recklessly. Instead, report back to us."


"Of course, this young man is not an enemy, at least not for now."


However, his last sentence divided the young second-generation disciples in the room into two groups.


The dozen or so disciples standing at the back had solemn expressions after Zou Zhen finished speaking.


Chapter 7: The Fortune Teller