©Novel Buddy
Read now ->
What do you mean I'm a cultivator? - Chapter 1
Next chapter:
Chapter 2
PREVIEW
... cracked, many different people having lived here. A weak breeze pushed through the cracks in the walls, making the lone candle flicker. The boy on the straw mat stirred, his breath uneven, his mind a swirling storm of fragmented memories.
Then, his eyes snapped open.
"What...?" He barely recognized his own voice—soft, high-pitched, that of a child.
Pain flared through his skull, memories crashing into him like an unstoppable tide. He wasn’t supposed to be here. His name. ...
YOU MAY ALSO LIKE