"If one inch is one layer of technique, then if I burn the eight incense, wouldn't I master techniques you couldn't even imagine?"
Zhou Xuan had heard Yuan Buyu say before that in the past three hundred years, no storyteller had ever reached the eight incense. Naturally, Lao Yuan wasn't one either.
"Ahem..."
*Bringing up the untouchable topics,* Yuan Buyu lightly patted the back of Zhou Xuan's head, "You rebellious disciple, dare to mock your master... Tonight, you must perform another storytelling session. Burn your heart incense quickly to six inches. If you understand the six incense techniques right after burning, then my guess is not wrong."
Zhou Xuan nodded and said, "I just finished writing three episodes of the Liang Zhi tonight, but burning the incense to six inches will be more than enough."
"You practice first."
Yuan Buyu, hands behind his back, leisurely walked away until he reached the Ancestor Tree, confirming Zhou Xuan couldn't see him.
