Inside a little tavern, an old man and a young girl were telling stories onstage. Today's tale was about the Right Envoy of the Sun Moon Holy Cult.
Coughing came from a corner.
Li Xunhuan watched the two onstage. Perhaps everyone here thought the grandfather and granddaughter were merely telling stories that could not be taken as fact.
But he realized that everything they told had actually happened, as though they had witnessed it themselves.
He had heard that someone kept telling stories about him, so he had come out of curiosity.
He studied them closely. Both clearly knew martial arts.
The girl's internal cultivation seemed ordinary, but her steps were light and her movements nimble. Her lightness skill had to be excellent.
Her fingers were slender and dexterous. She was probably skilled with hidden weapons.
Although the old man looked to be in his seventies or eighties, his eyes shone with vitality. His voice rang out as he told the story, and his breathing was long and steady. He clearly possessed profound internal cultivation, greater than Li Xunhuan's own.
The girl telling the story glanced toward the corner of the tavern. Gradually, she stopped speaking and simply stared at Li Xunhuan.
The old man coughed twice to remind her, but received no response. He could only finish the story himself.
After leaving the stage, the old man saw his granddaughter walk straight toward a table in the corner. He sighed and followed.
"Are you Li Xunhuan, Little Li Fei Dagger?" Sun Xiaohong sat opposite Li Xunhuan, her eyes full of anticipation.
Li Xunhuan nodded. "Yes. And this senior is?"
Sun Xiaohong introduced them. "This is my grandfather, Sun Baifa. My name is Sun Xiaohong."
Li Xunhuan looked at the Tobacco Pipe in the old man's hand and the bamboo