"Couldn't tell, could you? I told you, he did have a bit of cleverness and genuine literary Dao in him, but this very approach only made me look down on him."
"Why, Young Lady...?"
Young Lady said, "Why? Dao Sect set itself on fire and wants to drag our Spirit Race in with it. My Sister Qing truly loves poetry and prose, and it is a fact that she has little resistance to scholars. But knowing full well this is a pit, would I still jump into it? Tell me, Hong'er, am I stupid?"
Amid their discussion...
Inside the teahouse, Young Master Li rose to his feet. "Brothers, our Brother Zhou is a renowned Prodigy of Poetic Dao even at the poetry gatherings of the Violet Qi Literary Dynasty. Now that his honored feet have entered Spirit City, shouldn't he compose a poem as well?"
Cheers rang through the entire building!
On the third floor, Sister Qing and Hong'er also stopped their discussion. Their beautiful eyes met, and they could not help feeling a few ripples of excitement.
Just as Sister Qing herself had said, she truly loved the literary Dao.
Whether or not she could see through the Holy Son of Dao Sect's scheme, she still held some anticipation for this Poetic Dao Heavenly Talent's poem.
Zhou Haisu smiled. "I am not truly a scholar. Today, I had only intended to admire the elegance of Spirit City's talented men. Since Brother Li refuses to let me sit idle, then respectfully, I shall comply and write one!"
"Bring paper and ink!" Young Master Li was extremely excited.
Zhou Haisu smiled. "There is no need for that!"
He raised his hand, using the void as paper and spring rain as ink, and wrote...
"Misty rain on Eastern Mountain joins the river