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 316: Ghost Face
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 238: Beep
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1158- Jumping into the river
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 937: The Eight Gates Banners
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1157- End of the street
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 10.1
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 612: Allowing It Once or Twice
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
The turbulent waves slammed against the cliff. Myriad city stood proudly on the ocean. As one of the most prosperous and progressive sects of the Human realm, the city bustled with people forever. The distant, intense war seemed to have nothing to do with this cape city.
Day after day, year after year, even the sorrow of losing half their direct disciples had been washed away by the waves very quickly.
Just the day before, the entire city was draped in mourning dressed with tears running down their faces. Today, it was beaming once again with delighted smiles.
This was neither the Heaven realm nor the Hell realm. This was human society. There was no eternal happiness nor unchanging pain.
The city bustled, welcoming guests from afar. It seemed particularly busy on this day.
The Fate Perturbing casino was filled to the brim with guests, but Le Tian was not present. Instead, he was in the Direct Disciple hall. The doors and windows were all open, allowing sunlight to flood the place. It was solemn and quiet.
His appearance had become visibly older. Whether it was the peppered hair near his temples or the spreading wrinkles by the corner of his eyes, he was covered with the signs of decline, but he continued to smile away without any concern. He touched his chin and squinted. “A pity, a pity. I missed out on a fine gamble!”
Pi Yangqiu heard that from beside him and smiled. “Who would take you up on a gamble like that?”
Le Tian pursed his lips and said in disdain, “It was me who didn’t want to gamble. There are plenty of fools who’d gamble on something like that. Though, what’s the point of a gamble where the outcome is guaranteed? Heh, I need to save some of my luck too.”
Pi Yangqiu glanced at him and nodded. “Hope you can win!”
“Hehe, who knows?” Le Tian wiggled his index finger and pointed it upwards. “Fate always stands highest!”
Pi Yangqiu was just about to say something when Dai Mengfan walked over slowly, taking the stage.
She held a ritual sceptre and was dressed up formally, such that she was graceful and poised. She left
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