Little Building Listens to Wind and Clouds

Yang Ge had never been the greatest in the world.
But later, everyone in the realm of martial artists said he was the greatest in the world…

PS1: This is a story about friendship, ideals, and reconciliation.
PS2: The second place in the world is also good
PS3: People strive for fame and fortune, struggling for a lifetime, and finally realize that it's just a bubble

Wuxia: Drinking with Spring Breeze

The envoy's heart seized up the moment he saw the approaching figure, and he froze on the spot, unable to speak or dare to move a muscle.


His face was behind a mask, so Yang Zaixian failed to notice anything amiss. Yang Zaixian glanced at the two guards who were crying out in pain under the tent and listened to the footsteps echoing around him. Mustering his courage, he stood up and said with a fist in palm, "Friend, which way are you headed?"


Yang Ge glanced emotionlessly at him and then turned to look towards the envoy who was completely still: "From the Towering Pavilion?"


The envoy, trembling, brought his fists together in salute: "To report, back... back to..."


Yang Ge, with a backhand slap, sent the mask flying off the envoy's face: "Did I not make myself clear, or did you fail to convey my message?"


Chapter 273 Family Affairs, National Affairs, World Affairs_3