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?

Wang Anfeng's movements paused for a moment before he walked over to open the door for Grand Uncle Jian, leading the white-haired old man inside with a face that had regained its calm.


Grand Uncle Jian was somewhat restrained.


Hong Luoyu had carelessly moved the cups and saucers from the table to the bed, leaving behind only the blue cloud-patterned silk cloth covering the table. He simply stood to the side and beckoned to Grand Uncle Jian.


The old swordsman, carrying his sword, smiled and came forward with an insightful air, lifting the great Jue Que Sword he carried on his back with both hands—one cradling the blade and the other gently sweeping over it unconsciously—before carefully placing it on the table.


The whole table sank slightly, evidencing its weight.


Wang Anfeng stood by Hong Luoyu's side, scrutinizing this famous sword.


Chapter 192: As High as the Sky (2/2)