Lan Ling’er didn’t utter a word, focusing on controlling her emotions as best as she could instead when Mu Yu mentioned Lie Shang.
Tian Ran sulked, “It’s practically impossible for you to come to our places. … Read more
It wasn’t Lie Shang but a maiden Dustfallen Sect’s duo recognised. She was Tian Ran, the girl searching for Sword Shadow Dust Gale. The duo and Ju Wenxing were stunned a maiden so young could drive … Read more
A group barged into Dustfallen Sect’s place, charging through the shabby door. Several of them carried two individuals covered under white sheets, feet being the only body part revealed, on a stretcher. Their leader was a … Read more
The individual in grey was suspected to be Ju Wenxing’s imposter.
From the moment Ju Wenxing killed Li Yuan, Mu Yu judged Ju Wenxing to be in some sort of rush. As … Read more
They needed a different strategy if they hoped to throw Cheng Yan off his game because he wouldn’t react to Kongkong and Miaomiao’s antics. Cheng Yan would set up a spiritual … Read more
Despite having visited the city before, visiting it again was a new experience for Mu Yu. Over a hundred households in the village weren’t even a tenth of the city’s population. The duo distinctively resembled … Read more
“I know that. But the fact you’ve only had two people capable of cultivating in a decade makes you useless, doesn’t it?” derided Xiaohu.
“More doesn’t necessarily mean anything. Is the sect you join not of prime importance?” … Read more
The rustling leaves and birds’ songs stirred emotions. The ashes still burning reminded the witnesses of the flame horses’ determined last stand.
The cultivator holding the fiend spirit was so enamoured that he dropped his guard. By the time … Read more
General Manager Xun finally arranged rooms for the children. Seeing them reminded him of himself. He lamented they might become another him or choose to leave. Either way, he was determined to protect them, citing a child’s childhood … Read more
The academy was massive. Many immortal masters were going about their day. Perhaps calling it a post house wouldn’t be an exaggeration. The people the children passed by would scrutinise them and point. Some of them cackled, scoffing … Read more