A piece of perilla leaf

As a member of the Hengshan Sect, Zhao Rong's desire to straighten out the workplace grew ever stronger.
As the saying goes, the martial world is slippery, and people's hearts are complicated.
When it comes to art, our Hengshan Sect is crowded with big shots, the sound of Xiaoxiang's night rain, the study of Guangling San, making quite the noise.
But when it comes to combat strength, who can boast about their DPS(damage per second)?
Even Shangguan Yun, who could be laid out in a second by the demonic sect’s elders, had something to say, "I've been part of a raid against a world Boss, what achievements do you from Mount Heng have?"
"Mr. Yue's sister store from next door is behind in management mode, it needs to align with Alliance Hierarch's five-year plan."
"The direction must be clear."
"We need to focus on combat strength, we need to develop the guild!"
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Hengshan Sect's Strongest Sword Cultivator

So goes the saying: in spring, joy and dew are shared alike, in winter, laments and frost fill our clothes alone.


As the final month approached, the biting north wind grew fiercer, the piercing chill relentlessly hammered one's face, penetrating the remnants of the setting sun's glow in Yancheng, causing pedestrians and horse carriages to hurry along, while the porters and clients at Luosu Wharf donned layers of cotton clothing.


Yet, in the guesthouses and eateries by the roadside, martial artists of the Jianghu, after a few rounds of alcohol, would intentionally open their robes to flaunt their bellies, ostentatiously declaring their indifference to the cold.


Gossip flourished in restaurants and teahouses, timeless as ever.


And now, Changrui Escort Agency's mortifying defeat in escort duty had become the hottest topic these past few days amongst the courier paths of Hengzhou Prefecture.


Chapter 53: Rumors