"There is a saying: 'Tigers and dragons roam about on the Emperor's Mound. Howling winds and rumbling thunder reverberate through Panyang City. Twelve years have since passed. Who will the white horses and Qinghong meet next?'"[1]0

Inside the roadside teahouse where the storyteller was speaking, there were many patrons scattered about. Meanwhile, several shouts could be heard coming from outside in the street.0

The storyteller, a tall and thin old man in long indigo robes, wore a serious expression as he dropped a block of wood to grab the attention of the patrons.0

Clack!0

He said, "Ladies and gentlemen, it is once again time for the Assembly of Immortal Sects, and our Panyang City is surging with activity and excitement like a gathering storm. Such a grand event must already be on everyone's mind, so today, I will tell you all about the heroes of the Divine Nine and Terrestrial Ten!0

"You may be thinking, 'Isn't...0