Everyone turned to Lin Xuanji.
Judging from the meaning of the old man, there was a high chance that the position of the next generation's storyteller would be passed down to Lin Xuanji!
"Old man, you're in such a good condition. You don't have to rush to tell me these things,"
Lin Xuanji mumbled, "I'm still young right now and can't take on such a huge responsibility."
The storyteller said, "Every man has his troubles. Although I can divine everything, I can't divine how long I can live."
"Some things are better said beforehand."
"Old man, stop it. That sounds ominous,"
Lin Xuanji frowned again.
Although he was always cheeky and impolite towards the storyteller, the latter was his kin in his heart!