During this period, Old Guo was in a great mood.
Seeing a teahouse full of listeners, eager to hear his stories, he felt a special sense of achievement.
Bloodthirsty storytellers do not fear death, this fulfillment is what they thrive on.
As long as he has this full sense of achievement, even a broken leg is no worry!
Honestly, it had been a long time since his legs were broken.
Old Guo guessed that those who had been breaking his legs repeatedly were probably the same group of people, or perhaps one individual.
Everyone speculated that it was professional jealousy, after all, not everyone could perform bloodthirsty storytelling, nor could they gain fame around Wangchun City by narrating stories of Old Demon Duan.
The popularity of Old Demon Duan had turned into his bounties.
Old Guo guessed, it must have been Old Demon Duan's followers.
Now, when mentioning Old Demon Duan, many people would also think of him, the storyteller.
