"Hmph! He could be considered a storyteller who has gone through nine levels of skill, a world apart from those street performers.
Storytellers at this level have their works almost always collected by the Tangkou. Only the grandest characters deserve to be told in their books, but he has audaciously told the story of a group of commoners."
Bi Fang stood up, turned his palm toward the white-robed Daoist, and said, "Decades later, or perhaps a century, when future storytellers pick up the book told by Zhou Xuan, upon opening it, they'll find unknown little figures. Some characters haven't even cultivated incense fire.
Wouldn't the future generations laugh their teeth off when they see such a book?"
"Yet this book is still cherished by those commoners, and it's even amassed tremendous wish power, towering like a mountain, aiming to grow toward the Prefecture City among the clouds."
