Chapter 819 - Qi Kingdom
“Dear customer, here are some pomegranates and begonia cake for you. Please enjoy the meal, and call us when you need more tea.”
Li Huowang took a sip of tea and continued to listen to the storyteller.
“Saint Zhuge Yuan stood on the walls of You Capital and shook his bar mace! He glared, and the cowardly Dharma Sect members dropped like flies! All of them got scared to death!”
When they heard the story, the customers whistled and clapped. Some of the richer ones even threw some money onto the stage.
“Heh. This is interesting. To think that the storyteller would turn into a story itself.”
Upon hearing that, Li Huowang turned to his left. He saw a middle-aged man with a black mustache sitting there. “Do you know Zhuge Yuan?”
"Sure, I'm from the Qi Kingdom," the man replied, lifting his empty tea cup and calling out to a waiter, "Excuse me, waiter!"
“Coming! Please hold still!”
A long teapot spout extended from the second floor and poured down a thin stream of tea from the top. The tea fell accurately into the customer’s teacup and filled it perfectly.
“You know who Zhuge Yuan is, yet you can still stomach this story?”
“Sigh. I have nothing to do anyway. My family and relatives are all dead, and I don’t have anyone to visit. I just came here to pass the time listening to stories. Look around you. I think many of the people here are from the Qi Kingdom.”
Li Huowang looked at the customers and nodded. “Even though this guy is telling some rubbish story, it’s still undeniable that Zhuge Yuan saved the Qi Kingdom.”
"Heh, who knows if it's true? I believe the monks are embellishing the details to deceive others into giving them alms," the man remarked casually before lifting his cup and starting to drink his tea.
He almost choked on his hot tea as he coughed. His face was red from the choking.
Li Huowang ate a cake and slowly chewed on it. He savored the sweetness as he listened to the story.
The storyteller began to exaggerate his story, going as far as claiming that Zhuge Yuan carved out the heavens themselves. Li Huowang couldn’t bear it anymore and decided to leave.
“Dear sir, please come and visit again soon! The price is right, and we serve the best of the best for just twenty coins!”
When Li Huowang heard the waiter say that, he reached into his pockets and placed twenty brand-new coins on the table before leaving.
“Alright, fine. I understand now. You can go back now.” Li Huowang needed to think up a plan to prevent something like this from happening again.
They didn’t leave, confusing Li Huowang. “Is something wrong?”
“Something happened, but it's not anything major. Senior Li, do you remember how we accepted a group of refugees from the Qi Kingdom?”
“Yes, I still remember. What about them?”
“They are gone.”
“Gone? What do you mean?”
“They just disappeared into thin air. Thankfully, none of our people are gone.”
“Only the people from the Qi Kingdom disappeared? Since when?’
“Since the evening of the second day of the New Year.”
Li Huowang frowned. He recalled the man who had abruptly disappeared right next to him in the tea shop. “Did only the people staying in the village disappear? What about the other places?”
“We asked the peddlers, and they told us that the people of the Qi Kingdom in other places were also gone. We sent a letter to Gao Zhijian, but we have no clue if he could do anything about it.”
“How could they just disappear like that? What happened?” Li Huowang frowned and stared at the stars in the skies.
“Wait... Unless?” Li Huowang suddenly remembered something. He took the spine sword beside his bed and swung it. A single rift flew above Cowheart Village.
It was different this time. The strange liquid was gone! Li Huowang saw light from the other side of the rift!
“I knew it!” Li Huowang swung another rift and then jumped into it, propelling himself with his window.
He reached the Qi Kingdom and was shocked to find that it had been restored. The grass on the ground was already an inch long.
“Who’s there?” Li Huowang suddenly turned around to find a shocked Qi Kingdom resident chewing on the grass.
1. Also the fifteenth day of the new year. ☜