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?

People bustled around, their voices boiling over like waves.


The Provincial Official's gaze shifted from those jade-like eyes to a face that bore exotic features, seemingly smiling yet not, looking at him; covered by a Scholar's headscarf, the visible portions were distinctly different from those of the Central Plains folk, with hair strands faintly red.


Behind her stood a middle-aged man with an expressionless face, hands behind his back, a high-bridged nose, and light yellow hair and beard that were slightly curly, his eyes a muddy light blue— a typical visage of someone from the Western Regions.


They were indeed the pair of nobles from Baekje in the Western Regions.


The Provincial Official took a deep breath, suppressing his anger. After all, as a Fifth Rank official, he should maintain his dignity when facing foreign dignitaries. A few moments later, he relaxed his brows and spoke calmly,


"I am unaware of why our distinguished guests are here."


Chapter 67: Contact, Conflict (6000 words combined)