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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 · Romance
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299 Chs

Chapter 96 Gongsun Jing's Progress (2/2)

Wang Anfeng didn't know how he had managed to hang on.

For the first time, he felt his existence was utterly superfluous. Had it not been for his concern that a martial artist from Danfeng Valley was lurking somewhere, detecting any anomaly and thus ruining everything, he would have fled long ago.

After finishing the meal, Wang Anfeng and Ding Song Yu Wen parted ways at the inn's main entrance. The young man watched the two leave together, then turned and blended into the crowd, slowing his pace to half of what it had been when he was being followed earlier.

He lowered his gaze and silently counted to thirty-four in his mind. Without turning around, he glanced quickly with the corner of his eye and saw an old inn. He saw a well-worn threshold and a wooden staircase with cracks, over which a young servant hurried with a copper basin and towel, stepping on the stairs and making an unpleasant creaking noise.