"The top storyteller within Jing Country."
As he spoke, he also asked Yuan Buyu, "Lao Yuan, don't you agree?"
"Of course, don't think just because I'm his master that the top storyteller could be anyone but my disciple. Unless it's me?"
Yuan Buyu laughed heartily.
Yu Zhengyuan sighed and said, "Ah, it's a shame my junior brother isn't flawless. If he had my literary talent and recited a poem on the spot... it would be perfect."
Having said this, he actually began to recite: "In the morning, Zhou Family's Troupe is shrouded in whiteness, the big trees and the small trees are like maidens..."
"..."
Everyone nearby was speechless, each thinking to themselves, aren't we here to listen to a good storyteller? How did such a strange thing slip in?
Everyone in Zhou Family's Troupe was amused, except for Zhou Lingyi, who seemed unpleased.
She frowned, filled with a foreboding sense.
"Master Zhou, are you still worried?"
"Yes."
