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 original 'Cold Winter Festival' had not included this tradition, but the long holiday left many idle, and visiting each other became the most enjoyable activity for everyone.


Then, as time passed, it gradually evolved to include visits to elders while interacting with peers.


This became known as 'The Rite of Cold Winter.'


By the 'Pioneer Era', the 'Rite of Cold Winter' had become more specific.


Especially when visiting elders, one would bring slightly more precious gifts.


And the elders would give gifts in return.


Many said this was a trap concocted by those cunning merchants.


Others believed it was a way to strengthen blood relations.


He generally went along with it, as a sort of entertainment.


However, thinking about gaining more XP, Arthur felt he needed to visit some elders in South Los.


After all, the identities of his two elders were not ordinary.


Chapter 577: A Complete Transformation