Chapter 287: Escort Guard
"Old Li Tou, tell it again!"
"Yeah, tell us more about the Qingyun Seven's bloodbath at the Guandi Temple."
"Tell us how the sword-killer made that Champion Fried Rice, Old Li Tou!"
Zhengming Teahouse was already packed. The first floor, the second floor, and even the doorway were crammed with listeners and onlookers. Teahouse attendants rushed back and forth with pots in hand, pouring hot tea for the patrons.
Moments ago, the crowd had clapped and cheered at the thrilling parts. But when they heard of Xiao Yu's death and the Battle of Guandi Temple, they were visibly moved.
Light and shadow shifted across the storyteller's yellow-draped wooden table, bringing the legendary figures to life in flickering glimpses.
During the Battle of Guandi Temple, snow and sword glints had flown in a flurry. The anguished cries of the past seemed to echo once more, aching the hearts of the audience.
When the crowd heard that the sword-killer was no longer a sword immortal, some couldn't help but let their eyes grow damp.
Who knew how many of the Qingyun Seven were still alive today? Who knew if their hearts had grown as cold as the winter snow?