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?

Wang Anfeng had been standing on the Liu Pavilion, watching.


He watched the carriage disappear at the limit of his ocular power, and when even the dust kicked up by the departing wheels had settled, he finally withdrew his gaze. He tapped his chest lightly with his hand, unable to suppress a smile emerging on his face. He then turned around and walked toward the County City.


At this hour, it was still early, and there were not many people on the road. It was quiet. The winter-weathered Liuting stretched out for miles, and to him it now seemed to have its own unique scenery. Even the bare willow branches dancing in the wind appeared somewhat graceful.


He felt that everything around him was very, very good.


Chapter 96: An Encounter (1/2)