Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Nightmare Assault
Loser System and Berserker Me
I, The Dragon Overlord
Horror Game Designer
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 315: Will
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 237: Good Things
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1156- Competition Speed
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 936: A Struggle of Dao Orthodoxies
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1155- Splitting unhappily
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 9
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 611: Old Friends Don't Meet Often
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 236: Infiltration
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 314: What Kind of Kids Do You Teach?
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1154- Not willing to accept being managed
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 935: Release
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1153- Plant Master
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 8
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 610: Since Time Immemorial, the World Doesn't Change
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 313: Neighbourhood Committee
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 235: Deep Water
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1152- Final thing
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1151- Name your price
Feng Yu, as well as everyone else, looked back at Long Di with a mixture of shock, confusion, and shame. “Come again?”
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Countless lanterns and lamps lit the streets as night covered the land to close the curtain of day.
The activity in the streets below was much more bustling than what was seen in Blackstone City.
Here, there were many cultivators of varying strengths walking around. A stark contrast to the city that Long Di and company were used to.
Near the centre of this lively city was a large and luxurious hotel. A figure could be seen looking out the window with a complicated expression. The figure’s chin rested in her hand as she stared at the ongoings within the city.
Vendors were selling their wares to those who were interested enough to stop and look.
Other stalls had food of all kinds being displayed. The steam rose into the air and carried with it the aroma to stir the appetite of any passerby.
“Sigh…”
The figure that was at the window issued a sigh that culminated in a hazy fog before her. The coldness of night caused her dark purple skin to be a few shades lighter.
Of course, she was a cultivator as well, however; she didn’t erect any defences against the cold, wanting to feel its chilling embrace.
Whether it was to feel something apart from what plagued her mind, or if it was something else, this was something that not even she herself really knew.
Knock, knock, knock.
A knock came at the door, rousing her from her rumination.
“Who could that be?” Her brows furrowed in confusion, as she wasn’t expecting anyone to know where she was, much less visit her.
Plus, this was a hotel, so that means whoever it was that was coming came for her specifically.
She warily approached the door. A weapon suddenly materialised in her hand, which she brandished and had at the ready. She wasn’t paranoid, she simply knew who she herself was and that, as much as she hated it, it brought about a lot of trouble.
“Uhm, miss? Are you there?”
“Hm?” The girl recognised the voice. It was one of the workers
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