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?

The Ancient Taoist sitting on the bamboo chair slightly moved his eyes. The expression that had been slightly stiff and lethargic came alive again as he unfolded his arms, stood up, and stretched languidly.


The Scholar in the blue robe looked up at the Taoist and said indifferently,


The Ancient Taoist lowered his arms and looked at Mr. Ying with a smile,


"I merely dozed off for a short while, why fuss over it? By the way, did you peek at this while I was asleep?"


He pointed to the mole at the corner of his eye.


The Scholar in the blue robe scoffed disdainfully, unwilling to engage.


The Ancient Taoist laughed off the matter and didn't bring it up again. His gaze shifted to the outside world as shown by the Illusion Array, locking onto the distant mountainous scenery of Qingfeng Edge; he steadied his mind and reflected on his recent perceptions, remarking leisurely,


Chapter 168: Divine Weapon in Hand (1/2)