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.
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Why do I have so many masters?

Wang Anfeng had indeed left the Heavenly Sword Sect's residence in the city.


He rationally understood Hong Hui's dilemma, but seeing his cold, harsh reaction, Wang Anfeng felt an inexplicable surge of anger.


Wang Anfeng's steps were hurried, initially planning to leave the city, but just as he stepped out of the city gates, he thought of something, paused, furrowed his brows in thought, and then under the peculiar gazes of the guarding soldiers, turned back as if nothing had happened and walked into the city.


With a clang, two spears crossed in front of him.


The city guard, only slightly older than him, held back a smile, extended his right hand, and rubbed his thumb and forefinger together, making a money-counting gesture with his bold brows and honest face, and said,


Chapter 116: A Drawer of Copper Coins (1/2)