Rusty Dragon

The protracted 'witch hunting' had faded into silence with the end of the Seven Years' War,  and the mysteries of the East Coast had begun to conceal themselves, yet gunpowder was on a rapid rise.
Mo Qishang, who should have been utterly confounded, stood at the crossroads of destiny in the name of Arthur. He stared in astonishment at the charging knights, the wizards atop the high towers, and the bizarre wilderness. He felt the sharpness of the longsword and the recoil of the firearm, both clear and unfamiliar. At last, he excitedly shook his robe and, with a smile on his face, said—
"Do not believe what I say, for to believe is to exist!"

They all call me Great Master

The night was deep, the crimson, glaring.


Amid the widespread wailing and moaning, the 'Blood Descendant' stood straight on Moon Street, gently caressing the "Blood of Doting" on his left index finger. He ignored Freeman prostrating before him, his face filled with excitement and his eyes pleading. He did not care about the fearsome Lady of the Long Night, his focus was solely on the ring on his left index finger, his eyes filled with a deep reminiscence, seemingly narrating a past story.


Freeman, the owner of the Silver Horse Venue and the former resident of No. 14 White Bird District, knelt there, barely daring to breathe. He was terrified of disturbing the 'Blood Descendant'.


Although the gaze of the Lady of the Long Night seemed to rest on the 'Blood Descendant', she had already been discreetly surveying her surroundings.


Compared to the already revealed 'Blood Descendant', the person who deceived everyone using Freeman's identity concerned this lady even more.


Chapter 174: The 'Awakening' of the Spirit Medium!