Duan Lang laughed heartily:
"I heard the sect master has been very busy lately. I'll apply to go assist him."
"Master is back."
Li Xiaoyao's eyes lit up.
"Indeed."
The corners of Duan Lang's lips curled slightly:
"My information is very reliable. Next time I tell a story, I'll put up a notice. I'll be going now."
Through storytelling,
Duan Lang had formed ties with Li Xiaoyao, the Drunken Sword Immortal, and the others.
Their relationships were all fairly good.
That was also why Duan Lang told stories. Besides forming ties with certain people, he could also indulge in the pleasure of being a storyteller! He hadn't known what it was like before he started. After telling stories himself, he finally understood why so many storytellers became addicted to it!
The feeling of being surrounded by people cheering and applauding
was truly intoxicating!
Even Duan Lang found himself unable to stop!
Especially since quite a few peerless beauties and heaven-defying geniuses were among the audience!
Their applause and praise gave him the feeling of floating among the clouds!
The praise of ordinary people was one thing.
What truly pleased Duan Lang was the recognition from these exceptional people.
Of course, if he could receive the sect master's praise, Duan Lang would be even happier. Unfortunately, the sect master had never listened to him tell a story.
Duan Lang felt somewhat regretful.
He thought his eloquence was decent and that he told stories fairly well. Why didn't the sect master come and listen? If he listened a few times, might he promote Duan Lang again and put him to greater use?
Thinking this, Duan Lang raised his leg and left the "stage."
As he stepped down, he casually swept his eyes over the audience and noticed that there were quite a