Chapter Eighteen: Wu Fu

hand, dancing like a dragon and phoenix, causing wood shavings to fly everywhere. This knife actually started to carve words. From top to bottom, it read——“On the streets of Linzi, I once took a tal... a projection of fate, a brilliant path that spans through the ages.Of course, it's more than just beautiful.In this brilliant star chart, one by one, the stars light up!"Whoever adheres to old ways!"...