"His wild laughter echoed for a hundred li, startling flocks of birds into flight and shaking the very heavens."
"Truly... a brute descends upon the world, no man of letters! His blood stains the sky, the Demon Evil God!!"
As the final word fell, the storyteller's gavel slammed down, bringing the segment to a close.
The entire teahouse erupted in cheers:
"Bravo!"
"Encore!"
Fang Shuwen cracked a wry smile.
'They've changed the script again.'
As they traveled over the past several days, they would occasionally hear news about Fang Shuwen.
The rumors passed by word of mouth among Jianghu people were one thing; they were usually still somewhat close to the truth.
But in the mouths of the storytellers, the tales became as exaggerated as possible.
This was most apparent in the number of enemies and descriptions of Fang Shuwen's physique...
