Golden light intertwined, forming the figure of a person out of the tiny characters "Chen Yuan" one by one.
Without facial features, the golden silhouette nonetheless rippled with a breath of awe-inspiring pressure.
Gongsun Yang's eyes were filled with disbelief, and with a "swish," he stood up from his chair.
"How is this possible?"
"It's done just like that?"
"My scroll has just been written, it hasn't even become village gossip yet, how could it..."
He started with disbelief, then became so excited that he was almost tongue-tied.
The storyteller lineage cultivated in very special ways. This side branch wandered everywhere, seeing different people and events, writing books and scrolls to spread the stories of those they believed had immense potential.
