First, descend to the depths of the Nine Hells; then, rise to the peak of the Ninth Heaven; finally, live among mortals, filled with a gentleman's righteous spirit. Someone wants to hire a hitman to kill me. Every six months, five million? Fifty million?? Or maybe five hundred million??!
What, is, madness?
Zhang Shangming had a dream ever since he was a child: to master everything under heaven that could be learned, ought to be learned, or had ever been learned, and to surpass all who came before and after.
Somehow, this little boy ended up on a path of cultivation that everyone around him described as “a glorious and dazzling road to prosperity.”
Among all the “great names” spanning past and present, he was the most wooden and the least able to understand a woman's heart.
Who is the person beneath the moon? A single pair of shoes sits under the bed.
True and objective, multi-dimensional explanation, wonderful storyline