"As for whose hands the Heirloom Seal of the Realm is in, where the Thousand Shadows Thief Saint resides, these mystifying matters are yet to be clarified. Perhaps one day, your descendants might uncover the truth..."
After leaving such an open-ended conclusion that sparked much imagination, Guo Dongyang took a break. The old tea patrons who enjoyed the tale rewarded him with tips, while those who were so engrossed they forgot to drink tea hurried to take a few sips.
Those who had drunk too much tea took this opportunity to visit the latrine to relieve themselves.
At a humble tea table below, Zhu Huai'an grew increasingly uneasy, wondering why he hadn't heard the storyteller mention any ghosts, yet he felt a shiver run down his spine.
It was no surprise that Zhu Huai'an overthought things. After all, Guo Dongyang did not know enough and his storytelling lacked clarity.
