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?

There was also Qin Fei, Tingyun, and during his first venture into Jianghu at the Young Phoenix Banquet, he had met Huangfu and Xiahou.


Just thinking that so many familiar faces would know about his own acts, which could only be described as madness, made Wang Anfeng's ears start to burn again. Casting away these stray thoughts, he focused his attention back on the banquet itself, pondering the purpose behind the Imperial Grandson's actions and the reasons for these people's enthusiastic attitudes.


And what had revealed his identity was the long sword on his back, which he had never taken off.


In Wang Anfeng's mind, for some reason, there arose thoughts he had never had before. He had never doubted the commands of his elders, and he wasn't concerned now about whether those commands were right or wrong, yet the thoughts in his mind were incredibly intense.


Chapter 88 Putting Down the 'Sword' (4000 words) (2/2)_2