In the story, Xu Yanyang had an exceptional talent—or rather, he was a prodigy of the Martial Dao.
It's just that he was too naive.
The jianghu is the jianghu, after all; the road is long and slippery. Many slick veterans have capsized, let alone a seventeen-year-old Xu Yanyang who knew only of honing his martial arts.
So, the cruel people of the jianghu taught Xu Yanyang, dazzled by the glamorous world, his very first life lesson. While having tea on the street, he was not only tricked out of all his money but was also tied up and brought to a dilapidated temple, where his captors intended to kill him.
"You could see the thief's sword flickering in the dim candlelight. He let out a hideous laugh and swung his sword... and with a CRACK—"
The blind storyteller suddenly stopped, lifted the lid of his teacup, took a sip, and even clicked his tongue twice.
"..."
The audience below was about to erupt. They were just getting to the good part, so why did he stop?
