Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Nightmare Assault
I, The Dragon Overlord
Loser System and Berserker Me
Horror Game Designer
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 325: City One Can't Leave
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 247: The Past is Like the Wind
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1175- Don't discriminate
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 946: Fatal Strike
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1174- Divide
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 18
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Chapter 78: This Fight Will Never End
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 33: a.0.3 Update! Skills System
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 621: Meeting an Old Friend
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3829: An Answer
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 246: What are you Waiting For?
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 324: Flying Seeds
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1173- Crystal Pillar rankings
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1172- Sky Monument Path
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 945: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (3)
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 17
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 620: The Young Man in the Monastery
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3828: Investigation
“Indeed,” Mo Wuhan answered indifferently. He gazed at Li Qingshan with his pupilless eyes. “Have we met before?”
His eyes did not have irises, but they were not deathly-white like a blind man’s. Instead, they were more like the blank-white of a painting. They contained a boundless space within, reflecting everything in the world.
Li Qingshan suddenly felt naked in the world of snow and ice as if he could not hide away. The blank-white eyes passed through his body and soul as if they were searching for something. He began to circulate the Spirit Turtle’s Method of Sea Suppression almost instinctively before finally being able to get rid of that feeling. He smiled. “Probably not, or I’ll definitely have quite the impression of you!”
Li Qingshan had a guess, but he was not certain about it yet. After all, the guess was far too startling. How could it be so coincidental? And it really did not feel that way too.
“Probably,” said Mo Wuhen.
Before he knew it, the crane cries and zither thrums had stopped. There was only the rustling of snow. The two men faced one another, trying to verify a certain doubt that they both had. Although they found this doubt to be quite unbelievable, they could sense an extremely subtle connection between them.
The thread of fate that had once snapped in the past began to tangle together again.
“My master has spent many years as a recluse, so there’s nothing strange about not knowing him, Qingshan.”
Chu Danqing sensed the peculiar atmosphere, mediating between them as he took the red umbrella from Mo Wuhen’s hand, inviting him into the pavilion.
“Fellow Mo, you’ve heard about my name before?’ Li Qingshan returned to his seat. Before he knew it, he no longer referred to him as a senior.
“Li Qingshan. It’s a good name.” Mo Wuhen sat down as well. His long hem and sleeves draped down, and his hair almost touched the ground.
“Qingshan, I've mentioned plenty about you to master!” Chu Danqing did his best to ease up the tension.
“I quite like this name too. Must you be buried in your place of home? Sufficient
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