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 wiped the corner of his mouth, cleaning away the remnants of noodle soup, then picked up the newspaper and read through the report once more.


The author of the report was still that journalist with the pen name Yang Baishui, who seemed to be very interested in the "Swallow" matter.


However, in his last article about "Swallow," it was filled with praise for "Swallow," calling them a hero who dared to eliminate harm for the people.


But in today's report, Yang Baishui's tone had suddenly changed, becoming full of doubt and even condemnation.


"...This 'Swallow,' for whom we once felt grateful and held great hopes, may not be a hero at all, but merely a cold-blooded assassin who kills for money!!!"


"Yang Cunguo, Sir, may you live forever!"


At the end of the report was such a passage full of angry sentiment.


You could tell that the journalist Yang Baishui was truly angry when he wrote those lines, deliberately using three exclamation points to express his anger.


Chapter 100 Silent Gunfire