"Huh? Grandpa, really? You want me to learn from you and become a storyteller?"

Having just finished eating the barbecue, Han Feiyu dug a small pit and buried the bones, so that the unfortunate rabbit could finally return to dust.

Over the years, he has dug many holes of various sizes in the yard, and it is thanks to these nutrients that the weeds on them grow exceptionally lush.

Then, as he turned around, he saw Old Han looking at him with a serious expression, asking him if he had any plans to become a storyteller.

"What's wrong, kid? Are you looking down on me, a storyteller, or what?"

"Well, not really, it just feels a bit too sudden. You never mentioned this before."

He just shrugged and casually tidied up the empty bowls and chopsticks, which he would have to wash later.

As for Old Han's suggestion just now?

Han Feiyu said that she really needed to think about it some more.

The official explanation is that he wasn't ready yet and didn't know if he was suitable for the role.

In fact, he had some ulterior motives.

"Hmph, I knew you had a lot of tricks up your sleeve. It's fine if you look down on me now. Just wait and see, there will be plenty of opportunities to broaden your horizons."

Old Han didn't make any further demands. Instead, with a meaningful expression, he tapped Han Feiyu on the head with his folding fan.

"Grandpa, be careful. You just finished eating meat, and your hands are still oily. Don't get your fan dirty."

"Hey, I don't need you to remind me of this."

After a busy morning, Old Man Han went back to his house to rest, leaving Han Feiyu alone in the empty courtyard.

He supported his right hand with his left, rubbed his chin with his right hand, looked up at the sky, and pondered what had just happened.

"Did the old man suddenly want to teach me to be a storyteller? Is it because of the so-called inheritance?"

Over the years, carrying Old Man Han on his back, Han Feiyu has actually learned a surprising amount of things.

Relying on her almost innate acting skills, her ability to easily evoke kindness and friendliness in others, and her sufficiently complex mindset to conceal her true intentions.

He usually walks around the streets and alleys, disguising his face and asking about all sorts of things.

Han Feiyu still remembers that as a child of the Zhou family, he was sent away because a fortune teller said he was unclean. If it weren't for good luck, he would have almost been reincarnated.

He believed that there might be some unimaginable power in this world, and after a period of effort, he obtained some intelligence.

The inheritance that Old Han mentioned before can also be described as a path.

People who are dedicated to a particular skill or profession will, after mastering it to a certain extent, embark on a path related to themselves.

At the same time, acquiring items related to one's profession can enhance one's strength.

For example, the hunter's way has the eagle eye to lock onto the enemy and continuously track the prey, and the sharpshooter who can hit the bullseye from a hundred paces away and kill with a single arrow.

All the hunters walk on a single path, and their training is not only about strengthening themselves, but also about leaving their own mark on the path.

Perhaps it's a new skill, or perhaps it's a unique experience, left for those who come after to learn.

In other words, the more pioneers there are in a lineage, the deeper its foundation becomes, and the easier it is for later generations to follow in its footsteps.

It is said that those who reach the pinnacle can even modify their own path and enjoy the insights of other predecessors.

Based on what Old Man Han had just said, Han Feiyu roughly guessed that the old man who had adopted him was probably planning to lead him onto the path of a storyteller.

"Storytelling doesn't seem like a particularly impressive profession. No matter how you look at it, it doesn't seem like they have any powerful abilities."

Moreover, compared to other professions and social classes, storytellers throughout the world are probably far too few. Is this path really easy to traverse?

While it might not seem like a good approach, Han Feiyu ultimately didn't directly reject the old man's suggestion.

On the one hand, Grandpa Han was also his savior, so he should repay the kindness, right?