During Grand Elder Bai’s birthday banquet, the always mysterious Feng Long, the Alliance Leader of Wulin, came to personally offer his birthday wishes, making the old man brimming with smiles.... more>>

When the distinguished guest graced everyone with his presence, the joyous atmosphere grew even stronger. Whilst the eyes of the crowd as well as their admiration and envy focused on the pride of Wulin, Feng Long’s eyes, instead fell upon the most inconspicuous corner of the birthday banquet.

“I, Feng Long, am untalented. To think that there is such a handsome new talent in Wulin. May I ask this honorable friend for your name?”

The people from the Bai family secretly frowned. The guests in the hall were also distinguished and outstanding talents, why was it that the stain of the Bai Family, the most unloved by his father, the third young master of the Bai Family, who was not even allowed to learn the Bai family’s style of martial arts, had attracted the attention of the Alliance Leader, Feng Long?

This is the world-famous Bilu sword?

After one meeting, Bai Shaoqing immediately came to a conclusion: this person was powerful, he should not stay any longer at the Bai Family Manor. Out of the thirty-six stratagems, fleeing was the best answer. <<less

I wanted to write a book, but I didn’t know what to name it, so I said to the third master, “I want to name the new book. Do you have any suggestions?”... more>>

Third Master, who was listening to that song at the time, did not even bother lifting his head before reciting the lyrics, “You’re totally my type.”

I thought the name didn’t sound too bad, just that it was a bit pretentious, so I said, “I want to name it from my perspective, not your point of view. The subject line should be clear. Also, when were you ever my type?!”

Third Master was quite aggrieved. “Oh…,” he weakly asked, “Then, you’re totally not my type?”

I stroked my chin and thought to myself, ‘That actually doesn’t sound bad.’ Right then, another very serious question popped into my mind. “But why am I still with you when you’re not even my type?”

Third Master was dumbfounded. Closing the computer, he came over to pat me on the head. “Don’t dwell over such complicated questions… Wanna eat durian? Shall I buy you some?”

My mood suddenly changed for the better and I exclaimed, “Wanna, wanna! Buy, buy, buy!”

Really, with just these eight words I can love him for another eight years. <<less