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Why do I have so many masters?

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)

Yan ZK · sci-fi
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311 Chs

Chapter 135 Foreigners (2/2)

Wang Anfeng made his way toward the Ministry of Punishment in the County City. The vermillion gates of the yamen stood wide open, flanked not by stone lions but by the grim visages of Bi'an, the guardians of judicial fairness. Their fierce features seemed to pierce through the secretive depths of one's heart, coldly observing every passerby who walked by.

Wang Anfeng steadied his spirit and stepped inside. Because of previous incidents, patrol officers of the Ninth Grade and above in the Ministry all recognized this youth from the Academy. With little impediment, he soon saw Yan Ling, who looked unlike the one Anfeng had seen in the Academy. That day, although still slightly stunned, Yan Ling seemed energized, at least.

Yan Ling's eyes were filled with weariness now, suggesting he hadn't had a proper rest in a long time.