In the Jianghu, inns are always the liveliest places bustling with people from all over. Heroes, martial arts warriors, no matter who they are, eventually, they all need to eat.
This place is no different.
The dining hall is filled with guests, who are drinking tea while chatting, simultaneously casting curious glances at a table by the window. At that table sits an elderly man in a long blue robe, hair white as snow, holding a pipe and resting with closed eyes. Across from him sits a young woman with two big braids, supporting her chin with her hands, staring at the old man.
Seeing that enough people had gathered, the old man picked up his pipe and tapped it on the table. The surrounding noise instantly diminished — stories from the martial arts world are always exciting, and the guests love listening to these tales. And Mr. Sun's stories are not only interesting but also quite unique, making them very popular with the guests.
After all, not everyone can become Jianghu people.
