Wuxia Crossover: Storytelling Grants Me Fantasy Powers, and I Stir Up the World

Yangzhou has been a prosperous city in Jiangnan since ancient times, with busy canal traffic and merchants gathering from all around. Situated at the crossroads of the martial world and the imperial court, it draws people from every walk of life and stays lively all year round. The Welcome Tea House in the south of the city was no top establishment, but its convenient location kept it packed with customers every day just after the hour of the Dragon. Lin Fu, a waiter, wove between the tables with a copper kettle in hand. Sweat beaded on his forehead, but he dared not slack off for a moment. He was eighteen. Three years ago, he had drifted into Yangzhou, where the tea house’s owner, Old Wang, took him in and gave him a place to call home.