There is a teahouse of legend on the Xuan Yuan Continent. Inside it sits a storyteller who tells his tales only to those destined to hear them. Some listeners laugh out loud; others break through to a new realm on the spot. Gradually, the teahouse grows more and more famous, and more and more people go looking for it. Yet no one ever truly finds where it is. As time passes, people slowly forget the teahouse, and even the storyteller vanishes from their memories.
“Some people come to the teahouse to hear stories and have a good time. Some come to reflect on themselves. And some don’t come to hear stories at all; they come because they want to meet me, the storyteller.”
