" Hey, have you heard? The borders have gotten pretty messy."
" Indeed, The Steel Qilin Troops have been frequently clashing with the army of Rippling Wave Kingdom."
" More and more Ghost Moon Sect cultivators are attacking the nearby villages. The Steel Qilin Troop trying to fend them off, but the situation is pretty messy."
Long Ming took a sip of the wine as he listened to the surroundings chattering.
Looking around, he looked at a talkative old man, talking about various things with enthusiasm. Walking towards him, Long Ming simply sat before him.
" I heard you are quite a storyteller?"
" Why? Of course, Fellow Daoists. All my stories are based on real world information." The old man showed yellow teeth as he looked at Long Ming.
" Whatever the news, big or small, I know it all."
Long Ming pursed his lips as he threw a pouch on the table. " Go ahead, Old Man. Tell me everything about the border and the Southern Domain."
