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

This was a palm as perfect as white jade, with slender and elegant fingers, neatly trimmed nails, and tender, smooth skin.


Very few men had hands as delicate and beautiful as this.


However, at this moment, there were a few specks of dust on this flawless palm.


They were incredibly tiny specks of dust, hardly visible if they had landed anywhere else. But on this palm, they were incredibly conspicuous.


The dust was lodged between the palm lines.


The palm lines were like great rivers, and those few grains of dust looked like mountains along the rivers.


At this moment, the handsome and noble young man was observing his palm, which held a world of rivers and mountains.


Because the dust on his palm came from Shu Guan. When the young man left the auction house, he wiped his hand on the chair Shu Guan had sat on, and so the dust from Shu Guan's body fell into his hand.


Chapter 41: Route 7 at Dusk...