Inside the Imperial Capital.
Even with dawn approaching, the streets remained bustling.
A disheveled storyteller in plain clothes sat at a wonton stall in the night market, eating steaming-hot wontons.
"Ow, ow..." The moment a wonton entered his mouth, it scalded the Storyteller so badly that he yelped repeatedly and hurriedly spat it back into his spoon.
He glanced back at the sky above the Imperial Capital and laughed. "Xiao Cangsheng has made his move. Looks like there's no need for this old man to step in."
"Heh heh."
"This Chu Emperor's Birthday Celebration sure is lively."
"Coming here wasn't a waste."
The wontons had cooled, and the Storyteller ate them again. As he slowly chewed and savored them, he grumbled, "The flavor's off. Compared with ten thousand years ago, it's far worse."
The Storyteller looked up at the owner of the wonton stall. He was no longer the white-haired, tottering old man, but a young couple.
Lin Bai's face was deathly pale and his expression cold. He tossed the despairing Xia Jingzhi in his hands to Zhu Mo. "This is Xia Jingzhi."
The couple hurriedly took the immortal jade in their hands and watched the Storyteller's retreating back. "I thought that gentleman looked familiar."
Zhu Mo glanced at Xia Jingzhi in Lin Bai's hands. His body was covered in blood, one arm was severed, and his face was filled with despair. He no longer had the slightest strength to resist.
But the most crucial point was... the force represented by Xiao Cangsheng.
The Storyteller looked at the wontons he had not finished eating and lost his appetite. After leaving an immortal jade on the table, he clasped his hands behind his back and slowly vanished into the flow of people in the Imperial Capital.
The wife cried out, "The