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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 · Ficção Científica
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326 Chs

Chapter 79 Welcome Back... Greetings from Friends (1/2)

This outcome was within Yu Wenze's expectations.

This also meant that the forces hidden behind this matter had never truly taken this incident, or at least Wang Anfeng and his companions, too seriously, having never deployed any real experts.

In other words, using these juniors as bait could no longer lure any significant fish.

With a thought in his mind, Yu Wenze waved his hand to dismiss his subordinate, casually tossing the Three-Edged Double-Bladed Blade in his hand. It flew diagonally backward and landed on the weapon rack, evenly balanced without making a sound.

He turned and strode toward the study.

Dipping the brush into ink, he wrote on the light gold letter paper with the same inquiry and impeachment words as always, his strokes firm, just like the man himself—a straightforward soldier, who had been in the military since fourteen, endured life and death for thirty-four years, stubborn and rigid, with not a trace of political acumen.