Time flies, and years pass in the blink of an eye.
Two hundred years later.
In the border city of the desert, within a slightly dilapidated brothel.
"The Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors were virtuous, their names enduring through the Xia, Shang, and Zhou dynasties."
"The Five Hegemons and Seven Warring States stewed in their own spring and autumn chess game, their rise and fall but a flick of the wrist."
"How many lines in the annals of history bear their surnames, as countless mounds lay desolate in Northern Mang."
"The seeds sown by our forebears are reaped by those who follow, what's the use of fussing over dragons and tigers clashing!"
"Bravo!!!"
With the finishing verse set, applause filled the room.
Atop the storytelling platform, a middle-aged man in a long robe, holding a folding fan, gave a rap on a wooden block, opening the tale.
"Today, I, the veteran, will share once again, the annals of Grand Ancestor of Great Zhou!"
