Chapter 347: Tributes On The Lake
"Yu Mugao looked incredibly arrogant, clad in fluttering black attire and wielding a divine weapon. He taunted, "The phoenix resides in the parasol tree~ Do you dare to descend, little cultivator?"
The tavern buzzed with activity as the audience craned their necks to hear better. Throngs surrounded a man clothed in gray at the center of the room, who stroked his goatee as he performed.
"An Jingming, a top-notch immortal talent, scoffed and retorted loudly, I am blessed with the bones of an immortal; favored by the heavens! How dare you, an insignificant centipede, refer to yourself as a parasol tree in my presence~"
As soon as the gray-clothed man had finished speaking those words, the crowd erupted into shouts and applause. He smirked, stroking his beard, evidently pleased with his own performance.
At the edge of the crowd stood a boy of about eleven or twelve, dressed in a leather coat with snow-white fur around the cuffs. It was easy to tell that he was the scion of a wealthy noble family.
Though everyone's attention was not focused on him, they nonetheless were aware enough to leave a space enough for him to stand. The boy held the hand of a younger child, around five or six years old, who looked clever and beautiful.
"Brother Xizhi! An Jingming sure is popular," the boy chirped in his tender voice.
The noble-looking teenage boy beside him simply waved his sleeve and chuckled.
"An Jingming was a remarkable talent who had performed countless heroic deeds during his lifetime, though his end was tragic… It's only natural that people remember him fondly."