He folds a paper fan and dons a green robe;
A sip from a purple clay teapot gives him courage, and one slap on the table leaves the whole hall in awe.
When Lu Li opened his eyes, he had become a storyteller in the Great Wei Dynasty.
This world is dazzling, with grandmasters emerging in every generation and master artisans shining bright, yet it is also torn by years of war and turmoil.
The Hundred Schools of Thought are no longer just philosophies and ideas. They are cultivation arts that can be turned into power.
Only a few days after he transmigrated, Lu Li realized he was being plagued by evil spirits. To save himself, he had no choice but to become a storyteller at a pleasure house, hoping to advance his rank.
But he never expected that this world had no Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio or Four Great Classical Novels. Every story he told was one of a kind. They reached the ears of the emperor, who coveted them, and earned him wondrous powers and techniques as rewards.
Even more astonishingly, the stories he told had a tremendous impact on the world!
I am the Great Wei storyteller!
I tell the story of life!
The story is exciting, I'll keep reading.
Are you just woken up or still awake?