Hua Wen Grotto-Heaven.
"Xiaobai, this is where we part." On a mountain path, Mr. Jiang reined in his horse and spoke to Li Xiaobai at his side.
A sorrowful look rose on Li Xiaobai's face, and his reluctance to part was plain to see. "This student was able to survive in the capital only thanks to Master's guidance and support. I will engrave this kindness deep within my heart and never dare forget it. But once we part this time, who knows when I will see you again, Master?"
"You..." Mr. Jiang sighed softly. Rarely, he reached out and patted Li Xiaobai's shoulder, encouraging him. "Though you failed at the World Poetry Gathering, your poetic fame has already spread. Everyone knows that your talent truly deserves the title of one of the Ten Great Talents. Moreover, Su Qihan has returned. The capital will be the stage where you display your talents. Go back. Your master looks forward to your performance."
Only then did Li Xiaobai tearfully bid Mr. Jiang farewell.
Riding his horse, Li Xiaobai traveled along the shady mountain road, beginning to ponder his future.
He had failed to be selected at the World Poetry Gathering, despite performing exceptionally well in its early stages.
But, just as he had predicted before, he encountered Mr. Jiang later on. This left Li Xiaobai in an awkward position—if he defeated his own master, people would criticize his morals and character, and a tide of condemnation would surely engulf him.
Li Xiaobai had originally wanted to use the remaining opportunities to continue clearing the trials. Yet time and again, he encountered his own teacher.
Mr. Jiang was helpless as well. In fact, he did not wish to keep stepping on his own student to succeed. But he had no choice but to seize