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

Unaware of how much time had passed, it seemed as if only a few minutes had gone by, but also as if it were an extremely long period of time.


At last, the young fortune-teller's voice reached Yang Ruijun's ears, and the sensation of flying vanished as well.


Before her eyes was a raging river. They were now standing beside a wharf on the riverbank.


This was the North Bund Wharf, which was the location Yang Ruijun had told Shu Guan about earlier.


North Bund Wharf was one of the largest wharfs in Shen City, about twenty miles away from Duolun Tea Alley.


Yang Ruijun raised her wrist, wanting to see how much time had passed.


The already visible Shu Guan said with a smile.


Yang Ruijun hurriedly removed the talisman paper from her chest based on her memory, and then watched as her figure gradually emerged.


Chapter 35: Beiming Number