Just as she was getting absorbed in the story, Bai Lingmiao felt someone tugging at her sleeve.
She turned her head and saw it was her uncle, who was a year younger than her, "Why does this immortal fight sound just like my aunt and second aunt fighting?"
Hearing this, a trace of doubt appeared in the eyes of the other children. Although they were young, they weren't stupid; something felt off.
"Ahem~ What's going on? You don't want to listen? If you don't, I'll leave." The peddler pretended to get up, but the children quickly held him back. "Listen, listen, continue your story."
Seeing all eyes back on him, the peddler cleared his throat, "Where did I get to? Oh right, I was talking about how Zhuanxu won and scratched the immortal's face, took the chickens from the immortal's house, and... and snatched the immortal's copper coins."
