Not Convinced; Luan Xiaoyao Going to the Baihua Arena

After the storytelling session, the guests in the teahouse were still eager for more.

They clamored for another story, insisting that the storyteller couldn't leave just yet.

It was the first day of business for the Gu's Teahouse, and the atmosphere was incredibly lively.

Old Yang was counting the money, delighted with the bustling success.

"Storyteller, tell us more! What happened to that peerless expert after severely injuring Emperor Yu? Where did he go?"

"Yeah! That's the crucial part!"

"If you tell us, I'll reward you with my monthly salary!"

The crowd was impassioned, and the storyteller found himself in a dilemma.

On the second floor, Mu Yuyan smiled subtly without revealing her thoughts.

She thought, "He is right next to me, sharing the same teahouse with you all..."