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 martial artist who had previously tested Wang Anfeng helped Zhao Zhengyong into the room, where he consumed a great deal of quality medicines. Only then did the ferocious wound in his abdomen stop bleeding. However, Zhao Zhengyong was, after all, getting on in years and his inner strength was not what it once was. His recent skirmish was extremely perilous, and his vital energy had already suffered some loss.


The youth waved his hand, signalling the servants to leave.


Turning around, Zhao Zhengyong was sitting in a chair, rubbing a waist token with his right hand, his expression fluctuating. The youth stepped forward and waited by his side, whispering:


Zhao Zhengyong glanced at him and slowly said:


"I had no idea that within Qingyi Square, such a master assassin had been recruited..."


"Great-Uncle, could it be that someone deliberately did this..."


The old man shook his head and replied:


Chapter 20 Surge (2/2)