Moreover, this is a good place to gather information; people from all walks of life like to congregate here.
But Wu Er wasn't there to enjoy elegance, nor was he there to gather information; he simply wanted to go in and listen to a story.
Wherever there is a teahouse, there will always be a storyteller in front of it.
Storytellers are there to tell stories, which is one of the few forms of entertainment in this world.
Wu Er himself also enjoyed listening to all sorts of stories, so he stepped into the teahouse.
"What kind of tea would you like, sir?"
"Vegetarian tea."
Once inside the teahouse, Wu Er found a quiet spot to sit down. The teahouse's welcoming staff were very enthusiastic, calling out to the guests as soon as they saw them.
No sooner had Wu Er sat down than the plain tea was poured out.
It looks like freshly brewed tea; steam rises and a faint aroma is faintly visible.
"Please enjoy your tea, sir." The waiter finished pouring the tea and then left.
Wu Er chose a secluded spot, with no one around and it was quiet, and he was dressed in white.
Plain tea, purity, white clothes.
They all possess a unique charm that is hard to describe.
It was quite a coincidence that the storyteller came out at that time.
The storyteller in the blue robe stood on the high platform of the teahouse, slapped his hand on the desk, and then began to tell his story.
"This time we're talking about the Eastern Wilderness, where the demon race has produced an extraordinary figure!"
Wu Er, sitting in the audience, took a sip of tea and listened quietly.
"After a long hiatus, the Eastern Wilderness has finally produced another Demon Saint, the fifth son of the previous Demon Saint, named Kunwu!"
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