One year later.
Southern Fire God Continent.
In a small city on the frontier.
A decrepit old man carried a birdcage as he strolled leisurely down the street.
Along the way, people greeted him from time to time.
"Old Weng, off to hear a storyteller again?"
"Tsk, listening to stories at Bai Tian Tea House by day and music at the pleasure houses by night—your life is truly the envy of all."
...Old Weng was an elderly resident of the city, well known throughout this district. Everyone knew he was a wealthy old man who never had to worry about food or clothing.
It was said that his son was a Great Sword Immortal, though no one knew whether that was true.
People only knew that Old Weng was gentle by nature and kindhearted. In ordinary times, he often gave away money to help impoverished people who could no longer make ends meet.
The only thing people criticized was that, at his age, Old Weng was still terribly amorous. Almost every night, he indulged in pipes and strings, rain or shine.
Nearly every girl in the city's brothels knew of Old Weng's romantic reputation—a pear blossom pressing upon a begonia.
All along the way, Old Weng smiled and greeted the passersby. Before long, he arrived at a Tea House.
The tea server had long since prepared tea and snacks for Old Weng at his usual spot. When he saw Old Weng arrive, he eagerly hurried over to welcome him.
Old Weng settled leisurely into his chair, lifted his teacup, and said, "Any fresh stories today?"
The tea server gave a mysterious smile. "A storyteller claiming to know everything arrived today. His tongue is sharp indeed—I guarantee you won't be disappointed, Old Weng."
Old Weng said with a smile, "Now that