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?

With the stirrings of an approaching revelation in his heart, Wang Anfeng took a deep breath, forcing his voice to be calm as usual, and said,


"Are those enemies a threat to me and possess such immense power that even with your martial arts capabilities, Brother Li, you must hide with us here?"


"My father never practiced martial arts."


"So, are you saying the enemy comes from the Imperial Court? Or are you suggesting my father once had martial arts abilities but lost them for some reason?"


Wang Anfeng's voice was soft and his tone was even, not pressing for answers.


Yet in Li Qidao's heart, a troubled feeling began to grow, mixed with a strange sense of admiration, a sentiment too complex to be expressed in a few words.


Chapter 156: The Year of Climbing High, The Person Composed a Poem (5501)_2