The players prepared to keep up their efforts and fill Anu and the others' favor meters in one go.
That way,
it should not be difficult to land a good position in the Nan Shao Kingdom. By then, whether they wanted to learn martial arts or witchcraft, they ought to have some connections.
With this thought in mind,
whenever the storyteller players saw Anu, Tang Yu, Sha Tuozhong, and the others arrive, they would immediately perk up and launch into tales of Ding Ling.
Stories about Ding Ling had spread by word of mouth, and countless players had organized and compiled them.
Various versions had appeared long ago.
Regardless of the version, Ding Ling was always a dazzling, peerless genius, an unparalleled hero who defied the heavens!
He had risen from the lowest-level Historical World, then dominated the Martial Arts World and roamed invincibly across the Xianxia World!
A vivid, lifelike image of a resolute, all-around hero appeared in the hearts of Anu, Tang Yu, and the others.
At times, they would listen with surging excitement; at others, they would be utterly entranced.
Ding Ling's story
could not be finished even in ten days and ten nights.
When had Anu and Tang Yu ever heard such a story? They were completely captivated and came to the tavern at the same time every day to listen to the storyteller.
And it was not just them.
Sha Tuozhong would also make time to go whenever he could. Even when he was too busy, he would send members of the sect in his place, then have them organize the information and hand it to him. He would read it carefully from beginning to end.
In addition, Sha Tuozhong would order members of the sect to investigate news of Ding Ling in places such