Sword and Magic and a Taxi

Black clouds press down overhead, lightning snakes wildly through the sky, and the might of heaven and earth bears down so hard that even dragons cannot lift their heads. Only a reckless lich can still look up at the sky.

A streak of golden light tears through the dome of the heavens. Spatial turbulence, like a tornado carrying blades, violently rips open the firmament and opens a passage through the crystal wall. A metal object no bigger than a palm (an ancient red dragon’s palm) leaps out, launching an unstoppable suicidal charge toward the solid, heavy earth.

Zhao Mai grips the steering wheel and screams inside the car, crying loudly: “I told you we should have bought a plane, not driven a car!!”

The new book has already been put on sale, 《Baiqi Chaoxian Dian》. I’m Suosi, and I will continue telling the story…