Rumble, rumble...
The carriage passed through the bustling streets, slowly heading toward the brightly lit Myriad Treasures Tower. Pedestrians thronged the streets, and now and then, a storyteller's worldly-wise voice could be heard from a teahouse, recounting the latest tales of the martial world:
"Yellow Dragon Immortal sensed something amiss and looked back, only to see a sword coming from the west across the horizon. The great hero Hua Junchen descended from the sky in a white brocade robe..."
Inside the carriage, Hua Qingzhi was as quiet and demure as ever, merely gazing through the window at the varied street scenes, her eyes slightly distant.
Hua Junchen, seated opposite her, was listening to the storyteller.
Hua Junchen had yearned for the martial world since childhood and loved hearing its strange tales. In his youth, he had imagined several times what it would be like to have his own story sung far and wide.
Now that he had reached forty, that dream could be considered fulfilled. The only flaw was-did any of this have even half a copper's worth of connection to him?
A fucking sword coming from the west, no less...
Hearing such wildly unfounded nonsense, Hua Junchen was so embarrassed that his toes could probably have dug out an entire Imperial City. Several times, he wanted to send Hua Ning out to find the Capital City's local strongmen and have these rumors suppressed.
But with this sort of thing, the more he forbade people from talking, the more they would believe it. Forcing an explanation would only smear the mess darker.
Left helpless, Hua Junchen could only hide inside the carriage like an ostrich, silently comforting himself with the saying, "Rumors stop at the wise."
The carriage continued onward and soon reached the side alley of the Myriad Treasures