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?

It was certain that injuring the old woman who had come to take her back would provoke a response from the Assassin organization under her family's jurisdiction, a fact that had become clear to her when they left Fufeng City together, and her right hand had gripped the hilt of the short sword behind her back.


Then, she felt not the slightest hesitation in her heart.


Fierce and straight, as unswerving as ever, the reflection in the astonished and puzzled eyes of the old woman, who had been knocked unconscious, was mirrored in those brown eyes, as serene as frost.


She was never a person with many emotions.


Her mind was just like that of her ancestor who secretly assassinated the Ancestral Dragon a millennium ago.


Chapter 81: Tearless (4000 words chapter)_2