The old man continued endlessly, wholly engrossed in a state of oblivion. At his table were over ten children, each only seven or eight years old, who were attentively listening to the story of Chu Ming, their eyes shining like stars.
In this Celestial Realm, Chu Ming had long become a legendary figure. His background and experiences had been dug out by some curious individuals, and there were even storytellers who compiled his entire life into tales, widely spread across the Celestial Realm.
The tavern was extraordinarily massive. Besides the old man and the dozen or so children, everyone else was silently sitting at their tables, quietly savoring their food and wine.
"Tsk tsk tsk, it seems that Chu Ming's reputation in the Celestial Realm is unparalleled!"
At a table near the window on the left, a woman in a green robe put down the wine cup in her right hand and sighed.
