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 as if Wang Anfeng's participation and presence made this 'world' even more real and vast.


Wang Anfeng's eyebrows slight furrowed, then relaxed. There was no turning back now. Given that the Imperial Family was hosting the banquet, there wouldn't be any danger. He simply quickened his pace and followed along.


His martial arts skills were not weak. In just a few breaths, he had traversed the winding stone stairs, stepped past the cold plum trees on either side, and arrived in front of the pavilion where he could clearly see the elderly man, yet he felt as if he could see him even less clearly.


Chapter 89: The Wang's Tiance, Old Daddy's 'Arch-Enemy'? (7000 words) (1/1) _2