The Hidden Immortal

"Good!"

"Lord Tang is mighty!"

Cheers rose and fell in succession inside the teahouse, and a large number of copper coins were thrown towards the storyteller.

Since the Duke of Ming Ancestral Hall was built, there had been many legends about Lord Tang from all over the country.

Those who listened felt their blood boil, wishing they could have gone to their deaths together with Lord Tang that night.

Only Chu Xun stood at the door, laughing out loud as he listened.

Although Lord Tang had practiced some flashy moves for a few days, he was a proper civil official.

With a single shout, causing hidden arrows to explode and fly back to kill dozens of people?

You must have drunk too much.