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

Shadows rolled outside, and the pure white land of deathly silence gradually vanished.


Amid sighs, Old 'Spirit Medium' readjusted his monocle. He caressed the pure white surrounding him, feeling the changes within. Then, he raised his hand and snapped his fingers—


A white warhorse, drawing a pure white carriage, burst through the thick fog amidst the low chanting of countless lost souls, causing the shadows to retreat once more.


The carriage door slowly opened, and invisible steps extended to the feet of Old 'Spirit Medium'.


Step by step, Old 'Spirit Medium' ascended.


Just before entering the carriage, Old 'Spirit Medium' whispered softly, in a voice only he could hear.


"Arthur, you must remember the words your grandfather told you."


Having said that, Old 'Spirit Medium' entered the carriage.


Chapter 241 The 'Spirit Medium' Infiltrating the Wolf Pack!