He traveled through time and became a good-for-nothing little marquis in the world of Red Mansions. He was frail and sick and lived in seclusion. The whole capital laughed at him for being a tuberculosis ghost.
No one knows that I have been dormant for six years. I am an eighth-level and ninth-level martial artist, a dual practitioner of literature, Taoism, and immortality. I have secretly laid three traps.
Is engaged Lin Daiyu's life hanging by a thread? I ran eight hundred miles at night to survive. Is the clan trying to seize my fiefdom? I made their whole family disappear. A million coalition troops from the barbarian and demon kingdoms are pressing down on the border? It just so happens that I haven't tried what it feels like to hit with all my strength.
With the Zhutian sign-in system in hand, you can pretend to be a pig and eat the tiger, and come back at full level.
