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

Upon seeing that Lady of the Long Night seemed to have forgotten the matter, a self-deprecating smile crossed the lips of the 'Blood Descendant'.


"To you, it might be insignificant, perhaps just an effortless gesture.


But for me, your slight effort is worth remembering."


The 'Blood Descendant' changed their address from 'you' to 'your honor', appearing even more polite, but those around could sense the unfamiliarity in this act.


Arthur was certainly doing it on purpose.


How could the 'Blood Descendant' possibly owe a favor to Marinda?


Arthur merely needed an excuse to divert a disaster elsewhere.


Without giving Lady of the Long Night a chance to think or speak, the 'Blood Descendant' thus raised his left hand—


It was as if a polar north wind swarmed in.


A chilling Cold Aura, accompanied by a white hue that sent shivers down the spine, materialized in the hand of the 'Blood Descendant'.


Chapter 175 Snow White X Pale X Hand