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

Zou Zhen's eyes flickered slightly as he crouched down beside Aileen's body, carefully examining the wound on her throat.


After about ten seconds, he raised his head, his eyes revealing a thoughtful expression:


"Qingfeng, are you suggesting... it's the same person from two months ago?"


"There are only a few cultivators who use arrows, and even fewer who could kill an Expert of Nascent Soul with them, especially here in Shen City. Do you think it's possible for there to be two such coincidences involving different people?"


Then, Zou Zhen thought for a moment, shifting his gaze to Capen's body nearby.


"What about him? He only has knife wounds. Who killed him?"


"Why couldn't it be the same person? Why must it be someone else?"


Grandmaster Qingfeng stared at Zou Zhen, asking a retort.


Chapter 62: Ye Fan