After chatting a few words with Wan Zhongshan, Chen Hai, who had already speculated about the mysterious sound, did not linger long at the foot of the mountain.
Furrowing his brow slightly, he sensed the situation inside Black Water Immortal City.
In the next moment, his figure twisted, and he vanished entirely.
"Speaking of the Primordial Era, there was a stubborn stone that fell from the sky, enduring ten thousand years, ultimately taking shape..."
In a small tavern within the city, a storyteller, with hair and beard as white as snow, stood atop a high platform specially built within the hall.
He gesticulated energetically, and the stories from his lips entranced the crowd below.
Amidst cheers, scattered spirit coins were occasionally tossed onto the platform by the audience as a reward.
"This Qingmu, what a character he is, playing both beggar and oiran. It's been a while since I last saw him, and now he's become a storyteller!"
