Pale blue knowledge

For twenty years since his soul had transmigrated, Bailuo thought this was an ordinary world, until one day, a black leather book appeared in his mind.
"Is there magic in this world?"
Facing Bailuo's question, his uncle remained unwavering as he said, "No."
"But there are miracles."
"What are miracles?"
"A sword that can release flames, a pot that can pour out gold, a beautiful girl grown from a fruit."
The uncle said, "Controlling the mist, bringing the storm, commanding the thunder."
"Magic!"
Bailuo raised his hand and pointed, "This is definitely magic!"
"No."
His uncle said, "These are truly miracles."
Years later, when Bailuo looked upon the nation he had built with his own hands, that magnificent and majestic sight, he agreed with what his uncle had said all those years ago, "This is a miracle..."

A rare magical miracle in the world

King of Aolai seemed to glean something from Lyon's eyes, and he revealed a smile, "So, I don't even have the privilege of knowing your name?"


Once again insulted, the King of Aolai was furious, yet he still endured it.


Such arrogance was exactly like his own from years past.


Besides, who would sit on equal grounds with someone who had lost in spirit to himself?


"My name is Dong Aolai, remember it if you can, forget it if you must, but that is the name of the man who just lost to you."


King of Aolai, "I grant you the right to tell them that you have defeated me, Dong Aolai, in spirit—no, outright defeated me!"


King of Aolai: "I, Dong Aolai, acknowledge this honor and this defeat!"


"But soon, I will come to challenge you again," King of Aolai, "to wash away the disgrace of this 'single strike'!"


Chapter 170: Bailuo vs King of Aolai, Battle of Royal Prestige_3