Looking at him like this, Zhao Wuya even started resenting the audience, saying, "What's wrong with Brother Xuan? That voice is so magnetic, yet the audience found fault with it?
If I don't shut them up one by one, it's as if I didn't have my meat pie earlier."
"How capable are you, fighting here?" Yun Ziliang pulled Zhao Wuya aside, saying, "This storytelling is a grand path, if you can't withstand a few heckles, then what's the point? Look at Xuanzi, standing firm and unmoved, that's what you call grace."
Yun Ziliang advised everyone to calm down, and Yu Zhengyuan and Xu Li were also feeling nervous for Zhou Xuan.
Equally worried were Yuan Buyu and Zhou Lingyi, who were listening to the storytelling through the Ancestor Tree connection.
"Elder Yuan, is there a chance my brother's storytelling will flop?"
"Flop? That's impossible. Some storytellers rely on their voice, some rely on their looks, some are slick talkers who start with a bang to win attention,
