Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3835: Severed Arm
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 254: Start
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 332: Big Dog!
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3834: The Profound Spirit Master
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1190- Three types of weapons
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 321 - Two Teachers? That's Not Impossible
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 320 - Bold And Reckless: Striking At A God-Level Expert
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1189- War Fortress
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 23.3
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 629: Peach Blossoms Bloom Outside of Peach Blossom Alley
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1188- Fallen wings
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 951: The Yellow Court World
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1187.5- Splitting spoils (3)
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 23.2
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3833: The Illusion-condensing Swordmaster
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 37: Production and Exploration
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 628: The Hidden Traitor Gradually Surfaces
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 331: Chaos
Time passed by in a hurry. Winter went and spring came, summer departed and autumn arrived. Time advanced along at an unprecedentedly steady pace.
The unceasing autumn rain created thousands of ripples on the clamorous harbour of the prefectural city of Clear River, but even that was unable to put out the lively atmosphere. A dragon ship docked in the rippling river water, with a man standing on the very front of the ship. At first glance, he only seemed like a regular farmer. Having endured the wind and rain, his skin was tanned and rough. However, only with a closer glance would it be possible to notice the shining light in his dark eyes.
The ship would be travelling against the flow. Li Long gazed in the direction where the Clear river meandered off to and experienced a multitude of thoughts.
It had already been over a decade since he left his hometown. Even during times of celebration, he had not returned; it was not because he did not want to return, but because there was always endless farmwork. There were crops that were about to ripen waiting to be harvested, and the fields and gardens basically needed watering every single day.
The Clear River prefecture had been through several disasters, but it did free up many plots of land filled with spiritual qi. A few destroyed sects still had their medicinal gardens, which required disciples of the school of Agriculture to tend to. He basically did not have any time to spare at all. This was a rare opportunity for cultivation to him.
Under these circumstances, making him spend the time to travel thousands of kilometers to visit home once was basically impossible. All he could do was regularly ask people to send some silver notes home so that he could live up to his role as a filial son.
Right now, his face was tanned and thin, and his clothes were old and worn-out. He seemed like a lump of soil that had just been dug out from the earth, reeking with a rustic aura. As such, even when the rain got a little heavier and he returned to the cabin, everyone around him would mai
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