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?

After Wang Anfeng left the Meng Yuexue's residence, a stick of incense's time had already passed.


Meng Yuexue sat by the bed, her palm holding Chuan Lian's, the withered, twig-like fingers contrasted starkly against the girl's, providing a significant shock. The townsfolk huddled together in the room, would have been quite curious if they saw this scene on any ordinary day, but their hearts were restless now, and they had no interest in whispering to one another.


Screams of agony could be heard from the streets.


Meng Yuexue's expression remained calm, but her grip on Chuan Lian's hand quivered imperceptibly.


As a medical student, when she was needed the most, she stayed here, choosing to stand by idly. Even though no one blamed her, guilt already filled the girl's heart.


She looked up at Chuan Lian, whose eyes were tightly closed, and for a rare moment, weakness flickered in her heart.


Chapter 45 Awakening (2/2)