"People from beyond the realm can't live for ten thousand years, let alone us."
The young cashier pursed her lips and asked curiously, "Grandpa, do you know that tourist who was listening to your story?"
"I don't know him, but he's a Martial Artist, at least Seventh Grade," the blind storyteller said.
"Hah. A mere Seventh Grade Grandmaster doesn't even have the right to know about the world beyond, yet he talks about guarding Hua Country for ten thousand years..." The young cashier rolled her eyes dramatically. "He couldn't guard Chang'an City for even a second."
The blind storyteller raised his arm. "It's time to go."
The young cashier hurried over to support him. "Grandpa, how much longer can the truth about the world beyond be hidden? This veneer of a peaceful and prosperous era has been maintained for three hundred years. We..."
