"Damn it, acquiring the teahouse is impossible now!"
"This isn't a place we should stay!"
"Let's go!"
The three little men from Kou Country looked at the fervor of the people around them and felt increasingly hostile gazes turning their way.
They could not help but gasp sharply.
In the end, they had underestimated the power of Huaxia's culture!
A fear rising from the depths of their hearts overwhelmed them.
The three fled in disarray.
As for the few Dragon Country people they had originally brought along, they had already vanished without a trace.
As Old Mr. Qiao's operatic voice in the teahouse gradually faded, everyone's eyes showed how deeply they had been shaken by the performance.
Back when this national treasure of a culture had been at its peak, people would have gladly gone without food for a day if they could hear a single opera piece.
Now, after so much time had passed, Peking Opera had become increasingly refined in people's hearts, yet increasingly distant from them.
The revival of Peking Opera culture might not be likely, but it would never simply fade into obscurity. It would be passed down through generation after generation, just as Qiao Xiang had said: as long as people still had backbone in their hearts, Peking Opera would always have stories to tell.
On the stage,
Old Mr. Qiao's body finally could not hold on any longer.
As the last trace of the Reverse Rebirth Talisman's effect dissipated, his body collapsed with a crash!
His body lay there upon that small stage.
That stage had carried his lifelong devotion, and it had also become the final chapter of his life.
In his final glance, he saw the excited crowd outside the teahouse theater. The light in their eyes was hope for this national