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?

As Wang Anfeng turned and walked away, he saw the stationed soldiers of Great Qin at the tavern street corner, just standing steadfastly at the entrance of the street, their eyes observing the taverns and tea stands, with an armored middle-aged military officer leading them.


When Wang Anfeng passed by, he even gave the officer a warm smile.


The young officer nodded in return, acknowledging the gesture.


His eyes were black and deep; glancing from the weapons in the soldier's hands to the powerful crossbows at their waists, then he proceeded to walk slowly, dressed in a wide-sleeved blue shirt, his robe fluttering, carrying the air of a scholar.


The soldiers lining up behind him marched past, each with their powerful crossbow drawn tight.


An intense chill seemed to seep into one's bones.


Chapter 121: The White Tiger's Wicked Guest Arrives, The Mortal World Is Like a Net (1/?)