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

Just now, as Shu Guan was interrogating that old man, Rong Duanpu had been staring intently at the young man opposite him, completely forgetting that someone had just attempted to abduct him. He was fully focused on trying to see the young man's features more clearly, even clearer.


That face felt somewhat familiar, yet it was not entirely the same as the person he remembered.


However, the problem was that the young man's every move, his demeanor and the expression in his conversation and smile, resembled that person so much.


Especially when punishing those three kidnappers at the end, that calm and composed smile with a hint of disdain, was almost identical to that of the person he remembered, who had shot and killed the Sun country envoy.


And this person also bore the surname Shu...


After a moment of hesitation, Rong Duanpu finally spoke:


Chapter 92 Rong Duanpu's Invitation