There was a cracked pottery bowl in front of the old man. He shook his cattail leaf fan and said slowly, "The Wan Sheng Sect was unparalleled back then... It's a pity that in the end, the Qin Mansion chewed the bones and swallowed the flesh. They were beaten into the mud and never got up again..."
The child opened his eyes wide and asked with admiration, "Are the people from the Qin family really so powerful?"
"The thirteen young heroes of Qin Mansion are indeed the most outstanding among the younger generation."
The big man next to him laughed loudly after hearing this, "Little old man, you have blown the truth. No one in the world knows that there are only twelve priests in the Qin Mansion, so where did the thirteenth young talent come from."
The old man drank the turbid tea in the bowl in one gulp. "You don't know, but the thirteenth is..."
Suddenly a strong wind blew up, and dark clouds gathered together. After a while, heavy rain fell and wet the ground.
The people listening to the story dispersed to take shelter from the rain, while the storyteller put on his raincoat and walked into the rain.