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?

A stout hand slapped heavily on the wooden table, causing the robust Ironwood to violently shake and shatter, crashing to the floor. Cups and pots on the table naturally did not escape unscathed, scattering tea all over the floor, leaving a disheveled and chaotic scene.


Broad-shouldered, resembling a black bear seated upright, Fei Yuanbai's gaze swept across the faces in the room. His voice was cold and firm, with an added edge of emphasis, he said:


"Take over the Tan Residence? Have you all been eating too much lard, clouding your judgment? With our little capability, how can we possibly take down the Tan Residence? Even if we somehow managed to do so, how could we ever maintain control?"


"Aren't you afraid that one night your heads will be chopped off while you sleep?"


Chapter 72 Past Events (2/2)