"Indeed."
Hearing that the storyteller Chen Qian spoke of was actually the world-renowned Yao Zhuang, Yang Qing, Bu Er, and the others were somewhat stunned.
Weren't they in the Demon Abyss?
Why did they keep running into ordinary humans, one after another?
Though Yao Zhuang's fame resounded throughout the world, he was still a human.
They just couldn't understand why he was in the Demon Abyss as well.
But after saying that, Chen Qian offered no further explanation.
Clearly, he had no intention of telling Yang Qing and the others more about Yao Zhuang.
This left them rather disappointed.
Though Yao Zhuang was merely a storyteller, he was no ordinary storyteller.
The stories he told were not the sort one could find on any street. They were stories Yao Zhuang had written himself, drawn from everything he had seen and heard during a lifetime of travels, and then recounted to his listeners.
His stories were unique in all the world.
That was precisely why he was so famous.
Besides, Yang Qing had originally wanted to learn more about Yao Zhuang, hoping he might then be able to ask him about certain matters.
But judging by Chen Qian's attitude, the things they wanted to ask would probably have to wait.
"Then could we meet Master Yao now?"
"Of course. This is his quietest time of day. If you go over, you'll certainly find him."
Chen Qian smiled and said, "Since you're heading to the Demon Grassland, asking Master Yao about it would naturally be best."
After all, whether above the heavens or beneath the earth, Yao Zhuang had traveled to a great many places.
On the Tavern's top floor, Yang Qing and the others met the world-renowned storyteller, Yao Zhuang.
Though Yao Zhuang was famous far and wide, there was something