"Oh my, it seems the winds of change are blowing through our Xiaoyue City!" The storyteller in the teahouse snapped his folding fan shut. With those few words, he captured the turbulent state of the martial arts world.
A young man from a wealthy family passing by flipped his coat tails, tossed down some silver, and sat down, toying with a jade flute. "I have just arrived in town and don’t know what you mean by that, sir."
The storyteller struck his wooden gavel and began to recount the recent disasters.
Chapter 68