The storm is coming. The entire Later Zhou Dynasty knew that the battle between the Supreme Hall and the Azure Cloud Sect could erupt at any moment.
"That day, the Young Supreme Shen Yi was unmatched in might. He passed five gates and slew six generals, breaking through the obstruction of several Nascent Soul Cultivators in succession. He even buried the Azure Cloud Sect's Seventh Elder, Duan Chengtian, with his own hands before returning safely to the Supreme Hall. Truly a hero of the age!"
On the platform of the tavern, a storyteller spoke with a tongue that blossomed into lotus flowers. Today, he was recounting Shen Yi's recent exploits.
"Give it a rest. You're describing it so precisely, as if you saw it with your own eyes!"
Someone below the stage heckled him, disbelief written all over his face. How could Shen Yi, a young man barely in his twenties, contend with Nascent Soul old monsters who had lived for centuries? The crowd was half-convinced and half-doubtful.
"To my shame, I happened to be in the city that day. I was even caught in the aftermath of Duan Chengtian's attack and nearly lost an arm!"
The storyteller rolled up his sleeve, revealing a long scar. The wound had turned pale and seemed to have only recently healed, immediately convincing the spectators. They began praising Shen Yi one after another.
"I never expected you to be this famous even on the Central Plains Continent."
Hong Ling sat across from Shen Yi, teasing him playfully. Her smile bloomed like a flower. Even Shen Yi felt somewhat embarrassed by the storyteller's words—they were rather exaggerated.
The two sat in a corner, so no one noticed them. Shen Yi had brought Hong Ling to Changfeng Town today to help her familiarize herself with