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?

After he had eaten the bland white noodle dish, Wang Anfeng stood up to bid farewell to the old man and the youth.


He didn't know whether it was psychological, but as he walked out of the charity house, he felt slightly warmer. Yan Ling was ahead of him by a step, holding a saber, while Hong Feibai bowed his head, following behind him, just stepping out of the charity house's entrance.


Even if he wanted to take the coffin and the young girl inside, it wasn't something he could just carry away immediately. With Hong Feibai's martial arts at the peak of the Eighth Rank, he simply couldn't carry the coffin at full speed without damaging the girl's corpse.


He would rather go slower, much slower, than allow his junior sister to be harmed.


Wang Anfeng stopped, looked at Hong Feibai, but ultimately did not speak.


He was a Sixth Rank Martial Artist, capable of soaring and traveling thousands of miles in a day with ease.


Chapter 108 Parting (2/2)