Story-Teller of the Decade Part 2

"You, what did you say?" His face appeared to be bothered, and so the stinging voices from the crowd died down, exuding a silent and tense atmosphere.

So Eun stared at the back of the girl who stood out from the crowd.

It was a five year old, wearing their sect uniforms, who stood up and blinked innocently at Rong Wang.

"A Phantom, is it like us? Is it a human?"

Rong Wang smiled warmly at her. While So Eun eyed him, unable to describe his smile. If she was answered correctly or not, So Eun doesn't know either. He shifted on his seat, and rest his chin upon his right palm.

"A human? Hmm, what do you think it is?" Rong Wang still evaded the topic, giggling at the children who begun to spit out the words again. Then their voices erupted loudly, and he continuously nodded at them, looking like he's indeed listening to the chaotic voices of the crowd joined together.

"Absolutely not! Phantom came from a Demon! He's not like us."

"How do you say so?"

"I don't think it is--"

"What? Have you seen one before?"

During the messy commotion, So Eun closed his eyes for a while and waited a bit longer. Having gone to this point, it was now or never. He doesn't want to visit again. And maybe the coming winter season would be his second time stopping by with his parents.

Winding himself a bit, if it was So Eun's Father teaching lectures and principles, the disciples couldn't have shown this kind of manner. That's why he wasn't attuned to rambunctious and disorganized occasions such as this. And he feared the part of his life that the vast world out there would be difficult for him.

While he contemplated his life choices, the old man, Rong Wang cackled at them and shook his head.

"Are we done? Then, let's take a calm breath and let me accompany you throughout the tale of a Phantom. Therefore, you can answer your questions by yourself." Rong Wang stood up in his seat and shushed the crowd with his finger upon his pale lips.

"We'll start the tale with a minor exposure of a flower." He spun on his heel and fished out from the back, a white ceramic flower pot. So Eun couldn't even exaggerate his expression filled with distress. Is he using this chance to negotiate flower seeds now?

"What's the Phantom gotta do with a flower?" Half of the disciples sitting almost an hour now went quiet and a lot confused.

"Since you asked that question. You are very welcome to buy one of my flower seeds. It came from the Emperor's Palace that was filled with sufficient good luck. Place it outside your residence, an abundance of blessings will come your way!" And then, he brought out a colorful herbal scent bags, dangling it on his fingers to show the people, who appeared to be interested.

"These are seeds? You tucked it into a medicine bag." Once they saw a vibrant pouch, curiosity piqued their attention, disciples sitting in front of Rong Wang stood up to huddle that old man.

Most of them didn't ask of the Phantom anymore, by merely mentioning the abundant blessings and its origin from the Royal Palace's garden, these juniors seem to have been influenced by their parents. "Catch and never let the godsend's get away" Then, inside the Pavilion once again was bustling with activity.

And so, the story about the Phantom, that So Eun waited for while glaring at those people blocking his view, had been forgotten.

What Story-Teller of the decade?! That Rong Wang only knows how to infuriate his potential listener!

So Eun didn't count how many times he heaved a distressed sigh. He massaged the skin between his eyebrows and lean onto the arm of the divan.

Sure, his patience is short. Living as the spoiled child of the So Clan, wasn't his fault either. Then looking at this, how could a mere servant ignore him?

He rested his exhausted mind and closed his eyes. Part of him was reasoning with the other, even going outside his room wasn't on his own accord, and disciples of his age barely knew him too, that's why making friends is a waste of time. He breathed through his nose and doesn't know if that's his problem.

But shortly after, a thought suddenly opened his eyes.

Rong Wang couldn't have used his tales as a way to sell his things, right? If that's the case, he wouldn't be here in the first place and his reputation will be tarnished. So Eun grunted and ruffled his hair at that.

How long will he have to wait?

Fortunately, he didn't have to, because after he asked that question, Chime Bells ranged melodically and reverberated through the Pavilion. The attendants sitting leisurely and servants checking those seeds were all stunned. They hurried off their seats and flee out of the Pavilion.

Those Chime Bells were fixed at the Virtue's Platform. Where the juniors and seniors who had committed a transgression will be punished and humiliate in front of the other disciples to repent.

The Chime Bells usually jingle when relaxation time is done. Morning to afternoon, and then one-hour leisure before the Chime Bells will strike to remind of their chores and duties.

So, expectedly, the Pavilion had been cleared by the time the Chime Bells had stopped. Being the only child of the Clan Leaders, So Eun was left alone with the Story-Teller of the Decade.

The task assigned to him was just to stay in his room, which was the reason he had been losing his mind lately.

He giggled at the thought and decided to talk to the old man, who was grinning on his own. So Eun furrowed his eyebrows and stepped slowly towards him. Now frowning at the close sight of him.

At this point, Rong Wang can discern his presence hiding in the dark side of the Pavilion, but when his whole figure was exposed from the light reaching out from the door.

The old man didn't seem to notice him. He gathered his books along with his stuff, all done while humming a tune. So Eun lifted his eyebrows. Feeling more annoyed.

He stood there patiently with his arms crossed. Rong Wang still didn't discover him, and then happily left the room with the pockets drooping on his shoulders.

So Eun was left alone in the center.

This old man has some guts to ignore him? How dare he?!