Goryeo Kingdom, Jeolla Namdo, Wangxiang Island.
The island was covered with lush forests, and nestled among the trees was a courtyard with an air of antiquity.
Crack!
A celadon cup filled with tea shattered into pieces on the floor.
Li Xizhu, with hair and beard both white, dressed in simple and loose Hanfu, knelt in front of the TV. When he saw the triumphant Hanseong University team, his face flushed with anger. Snatching up the celadon cup from the table in front of him, he threw it out, "A man without manners is better off dead!"
Dressed in Tang attire, Uncle Qi looked helplessly at the shards on the ground and waved for the maids to clean up quickly. He stepped forward, bowed, and said, "Master, you watch the game to enjoy yourself. If it's not enjoyable, just turn it off."
Li Xizhu felt this made sense, and with a sweep of his wide sleeves, he prepared to stand up and leave.
