Yan ZK

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.
(Solo female lead)

Why do I have so many masters?

The young man moved through the Zhao residence, perhaps because he subconsciously never considered that anyone would dare to intrude upon the residence at this time, fortified like a Heavenly Net and Earth Trap. Both his movements and demeanor were quite relaxed, and he failed to notice Wang Anfeng trailing a few meters behind him.


Also, because of this person's familiarity with the Zhao residence, Wang Anfeng spared himself the trouble of eliminating traps.


After traveling in such a manner for about seven or eight minutes and crossing three courtyards, the young man's pace hesitated, and the relaxed expression disappeared from his face as he raised his hand to adjust his clothes.


In front of this courtyard, there was an area about thirty meters in length without any cover to hide one's figure, forcing Wang Anfeng to stay back and watch as the young man knocked on the door and then pushed it open to enter.


Chapter 18 Eavesdropping, Past Events (2/2)