Furrowing his brows, Di Tou put on an annoyed expression and moved his palm slightly forward, "Why even bother asking me what sort of story I want to hear if you don't even know any stories. Never mind, you've ruined my mood, give me my silver back, I'll find some other place to continue."
Hearing this, the old story teller suddenly sprung up with a vitality in his feet that was completely unsuited for his age and shook his head, "No, no! Friend, you can't take back what's been given. Come, let me tell you a story, ah, how about the story of how the Divine Envoys took pity on we poor mortals and create a kingdom where we can prosper, or maybe a story about how the mountains spewed fire when a few fools blasphemed against the Divine Envoys."
