Heavenly King Realm, controlling elements, in the Three Realms, undoubtedly a first-class existence, holding both civil and military power, a piece of cake.
But here in the Storytelling Manor, they're just gatekeepers?
It's astonishing.
"They are guards, but they are specially invited guards." The old storyteller explained: "Don't view them as mere servants. After all, they are still of the Heavenly King Realm."
Wu Tian nodded along with the others, Zhou Butong also breathed a sigh of relief. He knew the continent was prosperous, but he feared encountering a situation where "Heavenly Kings are as common as dogs," which would crush his confidence.
Under the guidance of the old storyteller, Wu Tian and the others entered the City Lord's Mansion.
"Who wants to know what the Undead Martial Sovereign is doing now? If you want to know, each person must pay me ten taels of gold."
"Will the Living Empress likely live or die? If you want to know, it's twenty taels of gold."
