Chapter 285: Inside the Teahouse
"Old Man Li, tell it again!"
"Yeah, talk more about the part where the Qingyun Seven massacred everyone at the Battle of Guandi Temple."
"Tell us how the Murderous Sword made that Champion Fried Rice, Old Man Li!"
Zhengming Teahouse was packed. The first floor, second floor, and doorway were crammed with listeners and onlookers. Several tea masters hurried back and forth with teapots, serving hot tea to the patrons.
Just moments ago, the crowd had clapped and cheered at the thrilling parts. When they heard about Xiao Yu's death and the Battle of Guandi Temple, they were all deeply moved.
Light and shadows danced across the storyteller's wooden table draped in a yellow cloth. The figures of those legendary characters flickered into view from time to time.
During the Battle of Guandi Temple, snowy shadows and sword glints had filled the air. The mournful wails of the past echoed once more, making everyone's hearts ache.
When they heard that the Murderous Sword was no longer a Sword Immortal, some could not help but tear up.
No one knew how many of the Qingyun Seven were still alive, nor did they know if their hearts had grown as cold as the winter snow.