Du Bai gave Jasmine an extraordinary impression.
When Du Bai was writing his poem, Jasmine had been watching him closely.
As he composed, Du Bai's expression remained calm and natural.
His brush moved with effortless flair, without the slightest hesitation.
Even from afar, the outlines of his characters gave off a sense of clean decisiveness and majestic grandeur.
To compose and write so fluently showed that Du Bai was no amateur—he possessed genuine skill.
A poetry contest tested not only one's ability to perform on the spot, but also one's usual accumulation of knowledge.
The theme Jasmine had given was scenery, a broad subject.
Anyone with even a little understanding of poetry and prose had written something about scenery before.
Yet Du Bai had composed so quickly, exuding confidence and composure from beginning to end.
"This young master's poem must be extraordinary!"
Jasmine thought to herself.
With that thought in mind, Jasmine retreated to an unoccupied spot at the side.
Jasmine remembered that Du Bai had instructed her to show it only to Madam Tang and herself.
At that moment, Jasmine carefully spread out the sheet containing the poem in a secluded corner and examined it.
Sure enough!
Before her eyes were bold, majestic characters of immense aesthetic appeal, a style of writing Jasmine had never seen before.
"These characters are so unique!"
Jasmine's cherry lips unconsciously parted slightly, revealing her surprise.
"So characters can be written like this!"
Jasmine softly exclaimed in admiration.
These characters were created by Du Bai through combining the writing styles of Dragon Country from his previous life with those of Douluo Continent.
They were one of a kind on Douluo Continent.
That was why Jasmine was so deeply shocked.
Next, Jasmine began carefully reading the Quiet Night Thought Du Bai had written.
As Jasmine