Late at night, at a teahouse, six storytellers gathered together, each with a different expression, among them two were particularly conspicuous.
Because their noses were crooked, completely twisted.
"Old Demon Duan, that beast, actually created a Great Hero Storyteller, spreading rumors and confusing people daily!"
"The worst part is they're sabotaging our gigs, look at my handsome nose, it's been twisted off to grandma's house."
"Don't panic everyone, they're just a few new storytellers who don't even know the rules of storytelling. If it really comes down to storytelling and ruthlessness, who are we, the Bloodthirsty Storytellers, afraid of?" An elderly storyteller spoke up.
"Old Zhang, you don't know, this new storyteller that Old Demon Duan brought about is really wicked. My teahouse is right next to theirs, and the one doing well is the one telling stories for Old Demon Duan," complained the man with the crooked nose.