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?

Master Huaidie struggled for a long while, yet her gaze could not be torn away from the short sword lying horizontally on the table. She had pursued this sword for the better part of her life, and it had long since become an obsession. To let go of it at this moment was easier said than done.


After standing in place for a long time, she finally let out a resigned sigh, turned around, and walked to the side of the tea house.


The Scholar continued to drink his tea with eyes downcast.


The tea house's waiter approached her, but did not greet her. Instead, he simply added a pot of tea to Master Huaidie's table and then retreated on his own, not uttering a single word throughout the process.


Master Huaidie looked around and for some reason, this piece of Heaven and Earth, as well as the passersby, gave her an indescribable sense of oppression. Collecting herself, she slowly took a seat at the tea house table, her eyes falling on the Fish Intestine Sword, and said,


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