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

Yang Ruijun, pointing at the newly drawn portrait of a woman, looked at Shu Guan with hopeful eyes.


Truth be told, the young woman's portrait upon the easel was already a passable likeness of Yuan Yingzi. The fact that Yang Ruijun could capture this degree of similarity indeed showed her great talent.


This beautiful young woman not only demonstrated impressive painting skills but also a remarkable determination. Her relentless questioning of Shu Guan, making adjustments to even the most minute details, filled Shu Guan with a measure of shame and admiration.


Unfortunately, a picture only sharing a bit more than half of the real person's likeness won't be of any help to find Yuan Yingzi. Giving this portrait to Du Wenqiang would be pointless.


However, seeing the sweat beads on the tip of Yang Ruijun's nose and the look of fatigue in her eyes, Shu Guan managed a slight smile and said,


Chapter 15: Sketching (Part 3)