It was late at night, yet Xu Qingzhou had not gone to bed. He was still burning the midnight oil, wielding his brush with thick ink, covering sheet after sheet of rice paper...
Suddenly, he heard footsteps and then a knock at the door.
Knock, knock, knock—
"Mister, it's me, Zhang Ping."
Xuanhuan / Drama
Urban / Drama
Mature / Drama
Sci-fi / Mature
LitRPG / Adventure
LitRPG / Sci-fi
LitRPG / Mature
Xuanhuan / Supernatural
Urban / Sci-fi
Urban / Supernatural
Xianxia / Xuanhuan
LitRPG / Sci-fi