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?

Reflecting on the arduous battle endured, he didn't know how many injuries had been sustained, but he reacted so indifferently to the news that Miss Three would be leaving tomorrow? It was as if he had anticipated it.


The man's eyebrows were tightly knitted.


The old woman walked slowly forward, looking at the young couple ahead, feeling a headache coming on.


She had been worried, after Qinshuang had come here, that she might not want to leave and return to her clan. Her heart was still somewhat uneasy, but seeing this scene now, the worst hadn't happened. From a certain perspective, however, it probably made her feel even more uneasy than if the two of them had been stuck together.


The Imperial Family's private residence was quite a distance from Fufeng Academy.


Chapter 93: Gathering is for Parting (4000 words) (2/2)_2