Just as she was getting absorbed in the story, Bai Lingmiao felt someone tugging at her sleeve. She turned her head and saw her uncle, who was a year younger than her. "Why does this immortal fight sound just like my first and second aunts fighting?"
Hearing this, a trace of doubt appeared in the other children's eyes. Although they were young, they weren't stupid. Something felt off.
"Ahem. What's wrong? You don't want to listen? If you don't, I'm leaving." The peddler pretended to get up, but the children quickly held him back. "We'll listen, we'll listen! Just keep talking."
Seeing that all eyes were back on him, the peddler cleared his throat. "Where was I? Oh, right. I was talking about how Zhuanxu won. He scratched the immortal's face, stole the chickens from the immortal's house, and... and even snatched the immortal's Copper Coins."
