“Eh?” Su Xiao couldn’t put his finger on what was peculiar when he came to. Ming Feizhen was still deep asleep. “I’m sure I… Huh? Why does this remind me of when a man … Read more
“… Idiot.”
Maybe the moon’s silver light cast down a revelation, or maybe it was just because he knew Ming Feizhen was neither skilled nor gusty enough to offer himself up in a vanguard position. Whatever the case, … Read more
While Shen Yiren and Su Xiao carried Ming Feizhen along with urgency subsequent to stopping his profuse bleeding, their escort informed, “I shall be awaiting your return” and hid in the forest, giving the impression that he wasn’t … Read more
Thought it was comparable to a bonfire, it was no celebration. With each flare, another souvenir of her life, another memory was alight. The cries of its residents echoed into the night. Tendrils … Read more
Following another sleepless night, Shen Yiren’s body and mind felt exponentially more fatigued, forcing her to focus harder than usual to not drop. Alas, even her usual dominance was nowhere … Read more
Shen Yiren wrote in silence, blocking out the past, present and future, after Ming Feizhen left until she noticed she wrote a line wrong. She circled the mistake and wrote again, but the more she wrote, the more … Read more
“Ming Feizhen.” Boss’ eyes were hard-rimmed and fixed as though they’d rusted into place. “Don’t put yourself on a pedestal. Is this time to be worrying about this kind of trivial stuff?”
I held my gaze: “I don’t believe … Read more
I always thought Divine Inkstonesmanship didn’t sound too good even though I was the one who invented it. Boss, upon hearing the name, felt her skills with her inkstone weren’t sleek, fast and strong enough to be worthy … Read more
“Bro, what are those two girls doing at this time of the day? This old man is baffled watching them,” Xiao Huangquan commented.
Why you asking me? I’m more befuddled than you are.
Luo Mingzhu slammed her … Read more
“Am I… dead?” was the thought that followed after Luo Ming felt startled and plunged into a black void. Wherever he was, his senses were either dysfunctional or useless.
Luo Ming visualised his match against the youth … Read more