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

The balmy breeze gently eases, bringing coolness anew; in Minor Heat, the spirit is clear, the days of summer long.


Fits and starts of cicada songs waft from distant trees, murmuring swallows speak, resting on carved beams.


Yancheng's Luosu Wharf bustles extraordinarily, with boats coming in and out by the embankment—boatmen's calls echo over summer cicadas perched on riverside willows.


The rumble of wagon wheels resounds time and again.


Single-wheeled carts hauling goods, horse-drawn carriages with loads going to and from the town, escort agency hands and members of various boat and horse groups are a common sight.


Each sticking to their own livelihood, they greet the helping farmers without intruding upon each other, yet all blend into the thriving scene of the wharf.


Newcomers from Jianghu and travelers alike are startled by Yancheng's clamor.


Chapter 197: Yancheng by the Xiang River