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)

Within the residence of the second prince of the Parthian Empire, the tense atmosphere lingered long without dissipating. Jin Gaochi was the first to realize what had happened, his expression slightly embarrassed as he saluted and said, "Your Highness, Young Master Wang is rather proud by nature, please do not hold it against him."


The second prince's expression softened slightly as he looked at his embarrassed yet capable subordinates, understanding that the development of the situation seemed beyond their expectations. He nodded slightly, turning to Wang Anfeng, and smiled as usual:


"Is this Young Master Wang? Such arrogance indeed. I've heard of the Madmen from the Central Plains, and now that I see one, it is indeed well-deserved.


Chapter 1118 - Chapter 188: Rumors (Double-Length)