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?

Outside Fufeng County City, the Ten Mile Pavilion.


Just like how every city has a few ancient streets that have meandered unchanged for hundreds of years, so too does the area outside every city always have one of those lengthy pavilions filled with weeping willows.


It's just a pity that it had already entered winter, and the Ten Mile Pavilion was withered and pale, with slender willow branches bare without the means to offer a farewell to parting friends by gifting willow branches.


The man in black was already waiting with his carriage ten paces away.


Thanks to days of sitting in meditation and the power of elixirs, his injuries had mostly healed. At that moment, as he sat in the driver's seat, a longsword lay casually next to his knee. The sword was without a sheath, simply wrapped haphazardly a couple of times in black cloth, yet the faint glimmer of the blade was still noticeable.


Chapter 95: Parting is for the Next Reunion (2/2)