Cultivator

Guess who I am in this story~

Tanks Through Time

The sun was rising over Mt. Tai, casting its rays upon a young man who was lying atop the roof. He was dressed in a simple yet elegant robe, which was as white and pure as the moon. His name was Shao Bo.

“Young master! Where are you young master!?”

A voice called out from the streets below, causing Shao Bo to frown. He quietly rolled his body over to the edge of the roof and peered down. The man shouting below was his retainer, Sai Si, an old scholar who had been around to see the birth of his father’s father.

Shao Bo let out a heavy sigh and readied himself for a quick escape. The appearance of his retainer meant more work for him, usually in the form of training.

He brought himself back onto his feet and gave one last glance towards where the panicky retainer had…

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