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?

Yan Ling's gaze touched upon the Imperial Grandson but swiftly retracted, never lingering for too long.


His position did not qualify him to be here; it was only because Zhu Jian'an valued him that he had been brought along, breaking protocol. He needed to be constantly vigilant and could not afford to cause unnecessary trouble for the Chief Arrestor because of his own actions.


Since ancient times, King Yan was easy to deal with, but the little ghosts were troublesome.


Even if the Imperial Grandson himself did not care, if those with ulterior motives caught sight of this, it could turn into an annoying headache. Now, as a person of the officialdom, he could no longer wander the Jianghu wielding his sword like he did in his youth, nor could he draw his sword naturally when faced with injustice.


Although it was a mere fleeting glance, with the Ocular Power of a Seventh Rank Martial Artist, he had seen the Imperial Grandson's features clearly.


Chapter 85 What haven't I seen? (1/2)