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

"No," Grandpa Luwei overruled Yellow Spring's decision.


"You'll die," Grandpa Luwei said. "If it were just any ordinary family, with your skillset, combined with our clan's unique partial awakening, and risking your life, you might stand a chance even against a Miracle Troop Type. But you can't win against this family."


After hearing Yellow Spring's explanation, Grandpa Luwei got to know a bit about the family.


Yellow Spring had encountered some utterly evil pirates overseas, and she could kill them all by herself.


"When you tell me this family has killed many girls, I pretty much know who is behind it," said Grandpa Luwei, whose vast experience from years of adventure was not to be underestimated. "Beautiful eyes, lovely hair, soft skin—as soon as I hear that, I know who is manipulating behind the scenes."


"There's no one else I can think of who would do such a thing but the Lord of the White Birch Trees."


Chapter 189: Lord of the Birch Trees (Seeking Monthly Votes)