Bloodstained Blade - Chapter 44 - Mirror, Mirror (part 2)

The poor Commandery Princess is down and out. Her father died when she was young, and her mother passed away not long ago. Her grandfather, the only one she can rely on, is now at death’s door from his illness. Faced with the merciless uncle, the greedy aunts, as well as cousins competing to present the model of the worst relatives, the Commandery Princess could do nothing but feel depressed in heart.

Jianghu was in turmoil, an era of great strife. The leader of Great Qin wielded the Mo Blade, leaving the world battered and bruised. The ageless figures of Jianghu crouched upon the mountains, and with a single turn, they cast the entire world below them. Strong men measured the earth with their feet, and heroes of Jianghu could cleave the heavens with one sword, yet in the blink of an eye, they were drunk in the embrace of beauties. The Taoist carried his sword, the Scholar drunk on wine. Wearing tattered clothes, a beggar grasped a rotten branch and dared to storm the ancestral hall of the Taoist Sect. On the willow-lined causeway, in the long pavilion, a man who had sat withered for thirty years turned and stepped out, holding a peach blossom, with a flick of his wrist, he shattered ten miles of red candles. The era of Great Qin was renamed the Great Yuan Era. The youth with the Wooden Sword left his mountain village behind.

An inexplicable energy invaded the blue star.

Subtly changed the body structure of all creatures, making them all have unexpected changes.

While all creatures are still groping for the way forward.

Su Ming, who has mastered the evolutionary route, is already ahead of them.

[Known evolutionary route]

1. Flame Lance Wolf

2. Frost Nair Wolf

3. Storm Thunder Wolf

Looking at the three evolutionary routes on the panel, Su Ming fell into contemplation.

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