For today's Opening Alliance Ceremony, I had indeed prepared a draft for Yao Lao. I had even hired several writers, and they had pulled several all-nighters to produce it. The final manuscript was no less dramatic than those used by talent show contestants—so tragic it would make listeners weep and onlookers mourn.
That said, many people had prepared speeches for today's Opening Alliance Ceremony, but I had not prepared anything at all. I was relying entirely on improvisation...
Yao Lao had not really read the draft I prepared for him. He had merely skimmed it a few times, and by now his impression of it was already vague. Nor did he intend to try recalling it.
After pondering for a moment, he suddenly gave a self-deprecating smile. The deed was done, so what was there left to hide? He might as well tell them everything. Perhaps, following my intentions, he could even draw more people into the Great Love Alliance.
"Everyone, you may have heard of this old man's name before. I am Yao Chen, once known as Venerable Yao..."
Yao Lao sank into memories from nearly twenty years ago and slowly recounted everything that had happened to him—from the betrayal of his disciple Han Feng, to drifting to the Gamma Empire and being awakened by Xiao Yan, whom he took as his disciple... all the way to being captured by the Hall of Souls and later rescued.
Xiao Yan stood beside Yao Lao, occasionally adding a few details. As time passed, a sorrowful yet legendary tale gradually unfolded before everyone. Not only were the several thousand guests stunned, even the many disciples of Starfall Pavilion and Burning Flame Valley were deeply shocked after hearing it. No one had expected that Venerable Yao, once renowned throughout the Central Plains, and