The moon had climbed up the willow branches, and the Capital, which had just lifted its curfew yesterday, was even more lively than before. Groups of girls walked together, smiling and looking charming in their colorful dresses, weaving through the crowd like koi in a pond.
The storyteller in the Yuenan Teahouse spoke animatedly by his small table, recounting the life and deeds of the world's first blade Li Maonian.
Someone in the audience commented, "Li Maonian has been missing for quite some time. I heard he had a fight with Marquis Zhaoming after the New Year. I wonder who won?"
A man in black replied, "Marquis Zhaoming has been in the Capital for many years and is just a warrior. Li Yidao is naturally the winner!"
Those who disliked Li Maonian were immediately displeased, "Ha! Is Li Maonian your father? Isn't he also just a warrior?"
The man in black was stunned, then rolled up his sleeves, "Hey! Watch your tongue!"
