"..."
Inside the tavern, a pin drop could be heard; all the listeners were shocked, feeling as if something was about to erupt from their chests.
The Storyteller shook his head.
As if trying to shake off his drunkenness, or perhaps some unspeakable past.
The Storyteller poured the wine from his glass back into the bamboo flask, thinking this half glass of wine could accompany his meals for another two rounds, couldn't it?
Satisfied, he placed the bamboo flask back into his bag, breaking the silence of the tavern:
"This fallen Crown Prince never resented Great Emperor Qingfeng, nor the Heavenly Court. So half a month ago, I traveled around nearby cities and towns, telling the story of Great Emperor Qingfeng."
"He died heroically, died unjustly. Such an emperor who sacrificed not for immortality but for the peace of the Immortal Domain should be sung by the people."
