Chapter 2503 - The Storyteller and Elder Weng
A year later, in a small city near the frontier of the Southern Flame Divine Continent, a venerable old man held a lantern aloft as he slowly strolled through the city streets.
From time to time, others called out to him in greeting.
“Going to listen to stories again, Elder Weng?”
“Tch. You spend your days listening to stories in teahouses, and your nights listening to music in brothels. Your life sure is enviable.”
Elder Weng was a long-established member of the community, and those who lived here were all familiar with the old moneybags.
They said his son was a powerful immortal of the sword, but no one knew if it was true or not. All they knew was that he was benevolent and amiable, and that he frequently gave money to those in need.
The only thing to criticize was that despite his advanced age, he was still quite amorous. He went to the brothel almost every night, rain or shine.
Practically every girl in the city’s brothels had spent a night of passion with him before.
Along the way, Elder Weng smiled and greeted everyone back. Soon, he’d arrived at the teahouse.
The proprietor was already waiting with freshly brewed tea and refreshments. When he saw Elder Weng, he even went up to the door to greet him.
Elder Weng took a seat, raised a cup of tea to his lips, and said, “What kind of stories do you have for us today?”
The proprietor flashed him a mysterious smile. “Today, we have a storyteller said to have mastered ten thousand tales. He’s got quite the smooth tongue. I guarantee you won’t be disappointed.”