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?

Helian Zhizhi slightly paused upon hearing the words and looked up, his gaze sweeping across Tuoba Yue's face.


Her beauty was greater than that of the Northern Region's women and yet had the impressive visage rarely seen on Qin females, calm and composed with no sign of peculiarity.


His hand slowly relaxed from the grip of the curved saber's handle before looking up again at Baili Feng, giving a small smile without using the language of the barbarians, instead, he spoke in an awkward Great Qin official tongue:


"I leave it to you, the noble woman of the Kingdom of Che Shi..."


Then he sheathed his curved saber and led the prison guards as well as those around him, actively stepping out of the iron prison.


The prison guards left behind a lantern, barely bringing some light to the dim and lightless dungeon, allowing the man and woman inside to see each other clearly.


Chapter 162: Great West Wind!!! (10,000-word massive update, the author is exhausted)