In Yunzhou, within an unnamed city.
The second floor of a tea house.
At this moment.
Zhang Han was sitting at a table, looking down at the bustling first floor, hoping to catch some useful information.
However, no matter how he listened, it was all useless information, with anything of real value being exceedingly rare.
"Here he comes, the Storyteller is here—everyone quiet down."
Suddenly, such a phrase came from somewhere on the first floor.
In an instant, the whole tea house fell silent.
Every pair of eyes was now fixated on the outside of the tea house.
A middle-aged man dressed in a blue robe briskly walked into the tea house.
The Storyteller?
Sitting at the table, Zhang Han became interested, picking up his teacup and taking a gentle sip.
He used to enjoy going to tea houses to listen to storytellers when he was still in his mortal family.
But ever since he joined the Sect, he hadn't been again.
