The wolf-smoke rises, and eyes turn north toward the homeland. Blades leave their scabbards, guns are loaded, and sword energy gleams like frost. His heart surges like the Yellow River, and for decades he has roamed the world. Who dares stand against him?
Looking at this parallel world, whose layout was much like that of the modern era, Qin Xiao, who had transmigrated here by chance, laughed. “Isn’t this the textbook example of a transmigration novel?”
