The history of the Demon Realm spanned a long time, but only nine inches.
The Demon Realm had many heroes, yet only seven?
This Storyteller's outrageous words caused many martial artists in the street to cast sidelong glances.
In an instant, the surrounding martial artists came over upon hearing the commotion, gathering around the storytelling stall.
Even Lin Bai stopped with great interest, standing before the stall to see what kind of performance this Storyteller would put on.
"Arrogant!" The young man put on a stern face and immediately snorted. "Then tell me... why is the history of the Demon Realm only nine inches long? Why are there only seven heroes in the entire Demon Realm?"
The Storyteller smiled smugly. "Heh heh, I already said that my storytelling stall is different from everyone else's. I only tell my stories to those destined to hear them."
"You and I have no such fate, so I won't tell you."
The Storyteller did not continue. Instead, he sat back down on his stool and closed his eyes to rest.
"I'll give you money." With a sharp slap, the young master threw a thousand taels of purple gold onto the table.
Purple gold was the currency used by ordinary martial artists below the Dao Realm in the Chu Empire.
Martial artists above the Great Purity Dao Fruit Realm generally used immortal jades as currency.
"Heh heh, forget a thousand taels of purple gold. If there's no destined connection, even ten thousand catties of immortal jade wouldn't make me open my mouth." The Storyteller let out a cold laugh.
Seeing that this Storyteller would not yield to either persuasion or force and was unwilling to continue, the surrounding spectators lost interest one after another and turned to leave.
Lin Bai intended to do the same.