The noise here inevitably attracted the attention of Yang Xiao and his companion, the storyteller being an unfamiliar face, whom Yang Xiao did not recall seeing before.
The old man was of whole limb, tall and thin, with prominent cheekbones—it was certain he wasn't disguised as an old beggar from the Land Temple. His voice was also different.
The so-called Loyal Twelve Generals unintentionally reminded Yang Xiao of the protectors in the Land Temple, who had died for their masters in the former dynasty. However, the numbers didn't match; there were 11 protectors, but here there were twelve generals.
The duo found a spot neither too close nor too far from the stage and sat down, with the restaurant's main door right behind them, so that if any mishap occurred, both staying and leaving would be convenient.
They casually ordered some wine and dishes. Perhaps due to the few customers, the food was served quickly, and soon after, a waiter brought a freshly boiled pot of wine.