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, clad in white, stood in the courtyard with his eyes half-closed, with no intention of inquiring Hong Feibai just yet.


Even though he truly had many questions he wanted to ask him.


But Wang Anfeng understood better that now was not the time to disturb Hong Feibai, no matter the issue or reason; it would be too cruel.


Wang Anfeng let out a breath of turbid air.


The night was silent and quiet, his eyes half-closed as he stood in the courtyard, his senses naturally spreading outward, his mind serene. But at that moment, he detected a different kind of aura about a dozen yards away from him.


The qi mechanism was gloomy and cold, with a thick intent to kill that made him uncomfortable.


Wang Anfeng's eyes snapped open as he turned to look in that direction.


Chapter 105: Tiger Head Weapon (1/2)