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?

Jing Feng City really couldn't be considered small, especially during the last three years when inexplicably many large families had sent people here to establish their foundations, making the city much more prosperous.


The cart that hauled their goods continued to carry the few people until reaching the largest and finest inn in Jing Feng City.


After receiving the tip, the cart driver hurriedly walked out.


Thinking to himself, if he was fast enough, he might still be able to retrieve some of the goods thrown to the sides of the official road, and possibly earn some more silver coins.


Yuchi Jie looked at the five-story tall inn, curled his lips slightly, seemingly unsatisfied, but a better place to stay wasn't immediately available, so he had to reluctantly accept. Turning around, he said,


"Let's all go in. We should rest well today."


191 Chapter A Finger, Two Fingers (1/2)