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

Shu Guan picked up a silk handkerchief from the counter, wiping a bit of spilled coffee off his palm, and calmly asked the waitress.


By now, the waitress had lost her composure from fright. She timidly took out the silver note Shu Guan had given her earlier and handed it over.


"I said give me my change. The coffee is on me, but not the cup. He started it."


Shu Guan did not accept the silver note and simply repeated his request with tranquility.


Five minutes later, the waitress, her hands trembling, finally managed to count out the change owed to Shu Guan.


Shu Guan collected the change and walked out of the café. However, he didn't go far, opting to stationing himself behind a nearby telephone pole, overseeing the café from there.


At that moment in the café, a few patrons had already helped the provoking white man up. Holding his hand tightly, the man cursed and stumbled out of the café, apparently heading for the hospital.


Chapter 42: Business Comes to the Door_2