"In the land of Emperor Qiu Mountain, dragons and tigers arise, and within Panyang City, wind and thunder can be heard. Twelve years have passed now, who then will succeed the White Horse and Green Swan?"
Snap.
On the side of the road, a teahouse is filled with people, its lively buzz spilling out onto the streets.
A tall elderly man in a blue robe solemnly raps his wake-up block and says, "Esteemed patrons, the Grand Assembly of the Immortal Sects is upon us again and our Panyang City is bustling with excitement. I know you must all have been looking forward to this event. Starting today, I will tell you about the heroes from all corners of the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands!"
