Chapter 43: Sister Mountain Villa (Please Follow)

In the teahouse of Small Spring Town, the storyteller with a broken leg was still recounting tales with a bloodthirsty vigor.

There was no other option, his leg wasn't the only thing broken that day; the reward money he was given was also stolen by that damn thief.

He needed money to treat his leg, halting storytelling was out of the question, so he had to grit his teeth and continue.

Dimly, he felt that his broken leg might somehow be related to Old Demon Duan.

After all, Old Demon Duan was actually quite charming. It was not just his ability to entice the fallen, but he also didn't hesitate to take lives, regardless of gender or faction.

He could turn the lesser ranks of the Martial Arts world into rivers of blood, dare to tempt Heroes into degeneracy, dare to slay both the fairies of the Red House and the madmen of the Thunder God and Mother Sect, treating everyone impartially.

Such a person was bound to have a following.