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)

"I thought there were other plans, never expected..."


"Compared to Qiong Qi, far inferior, let alone Dongfang Ningxin, is this how ordinary people of the Jianghu behave?"


"Forget it, it's better to take care of it all at once, to avoid trouble..."


Then the voice slightly raised, and said:


Wang Anfeng nodded and said, "Very well, Lv Guanhong, let's go."


"To Myriad Beast Valley. I think there's a way to make this matter a bit easier to handle..."


Lv Guanhong was still somewhat unclear, was dazed for a moment, and said:


"Go to Myriad Beast Valley, you want to help me? Why?"


Wang Anfeng paused, turned back to look at him, concealing his own motives, and spoke slowly:


Chapter 1065 - Chapter 71: The Flood Dragon Enters the River