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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)

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Chapter 124: Wang Anfeng's Inner Unease and Helplessness (1\2)

Among the crowd's line of sight, Mi Xingfa, who had left early, was not seen.

Zhu Jian'an and other arrest officers did not separate but instead each held a saber, forming a defensive formation as they slowly progressed within the residence of the noble clan. Everywhere they looked, there was only disarray; the counters inside the houses were all smashed open, as if someone had been searching for something.

On the road, bodies could be seen strewn about, including both the old and young.

Zhu Jian'an's expression grew colder.

The group cautiously inspected the location of the incident once more and then returned to where they had originally started. One of the men, who was thin and sported a pair of sideburns, furrowed his brows in deep thought, merging the clues found during their brief search from his mind, and said:

"It's definitely the work of the White Tiger Hall."