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

Around ten minutes later, Shu Guan withdrew from Lu Xiaoxiang's dreams.


He stood in front of Lu Xiaoxiang's bed, frowning.


From Lu Xiaoxiang's dream, he knew that tonight's events weren't a trap set by Lu Xiaoxiang; it was only around noon that Lu Xiaoxiang decided to go to the casino, which was even recommended to him by the gambling expert he had hired.


Shu Guan had wanted to confirm this with the tall and thin middle-aged man once more, just to be certain.


However, after coming out and because the gambling expert hadn't helped him win money, Lu Xiaoxiang cursed him as useless before chasing the tall and thin middle-aged man away.


But no matter how it was put, this matter didn't appear to be a conspiracy specifically targeting Rong Wei.


Chapter 97: Eight Generals of Thousand Sects