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 heard the patrol officer who had just opened the iron window speak those words to the middle-aged plainclothes patrol officer.


Shu Guan's eyebrows raised instantly upon hearing this.


To squat like this all night long? This is definitely not something an ordinary adult man could endure.


Shu Guan thought about the words the middle-aged plainclothes patrol officer said earlier, and now he somewhat believed them.


Meanwhile, Mr. Wenren had already stepped forward, his face close to the iron window, and shouted inside:


Not until he shouted four or five times did the man crouching in the corner slowly raise his head.


It was indeed Pang Daokun, who looked no different except for his gaunt face and messy beard.


He still had that gentle and refined appearance, with a somewhat mournful, bewildered, and anguished expression on his face.


Chapter 33: The Crazy Pang Daokun_3