“With just a single bolt of lightning, that arrogant, domineering demon was instantly struck down and left paralyzed! If you ask me, no one compares to the immortals of Great Yan! As the saying goes, ‘in the North, evil spirits have always run wild, but a single thought from an immortal subdues the demons!’“0

On stage, Old Old Mr. Zhang’s voice rang out clear and forceful, full of passion. It painted vivid images in the hearts of the audience, echoing the flair of the storyteller from years past. 1

After delivering the final line, he immediately paused and gave a respectful bow to the listeners below, “Ladies and gentlemen, that’s all for today. My throat is dry from all the talking. If you’ve enjoyed it, come back tomorrow and we’ll continue.”0

He then raised his teacup and took a long drink to moisten his throat. But the audience didn’t disperse. Instead, they grew more relaxed and lively, murmuring among themselves, chatting with familiar faces, discussing the story’s events, current affairs, and strange happenings from nearby regions.0

This scene hadn’t changed much from the past. 0

After the storyteller finished, the crowd didn’t rush off. The pavilion naturally became a gathering place for common folk who enjoyed tales and sought a bit of leisure. In fact, it seemed even more lively than before....0