[Peach Creek Town],
A place like paradise beyond the world.
An old street paved with bluestone slabs, with few pedestrians.
At the street corner stood a teahouse, a pale blue cloth banner hanging from a bamboo pole before its entrance, bearing the words [Lucky Record Teahouse].
At this moment.
Lucky Record Teahouse was packed to the brim, with even the aisles crammed full. There were peddlers and laborers in coarse linen, wealthy merchants in silk and satin, scholars in square caps and long robes... and even mysterious figures who appeared to be cultivators or martial artists.
The waiter, Zhang Gui, carried a teapot as he struggled through the gaps between people.
Wearing a fawning smile, he poured tea and refilled water.
At the center of the teahouse was a small storytelling stage furnished with a table and chairs.
The storyteller Chen Jiu sat upright in his chair.
He wore a scholar's headscarf and a crane-feather cloak, held a feather fan, and carried himself with the air of an immortal.
Scholar Zhang stared with wide eyes, shouting inwardly, This outfit is nice. If I wore it...
Images of himself driving countless young maidens wild surfaced in his mind.
His smile gradually turned perverse.
Suddenly!
Scholar Zhang sensed something.
He looked around.
The scholars present all wore thoughtful expressions.
He instantly understood. So you lot are planning to copy my style? Utterly shameless!
Scholar Zhang cursed furiously inside and decided that, once this was over, he would go home and lay hands on his fat goose.
He had to make a goose-feather fan first.
Onstage.
Taking in everyone's expressions, Chen Jiu found it all utterly dull and sighed inwardly.
A dignified transmigrator, yet all I can do is show off like this. All style and no substance. Really... sigh.
That was right.