The Great Elder said, "These were left behind by the great sages of every nation who came to Jingxian Pavilion! Grandmaster Zhuge is entering the pavilion today; it may also be counted as drinking across the void with the great sages of past generations!"
Lin Su smiled. "Then I am truly fortunate!"
Another elder beside him said, "Grandmaster Zhuge is a great sage of the literary world, and the orthodox lineage of the Poet School. Why not leave behind a poem as a memento?"
Lin Su laughed. "This junior is of the younger generation and would not dare contend with great sages. I shall write two lines as a salute to my fellow travelers on the path!"
He stretched out a hand, and the Precious Brush appeared in his grasp. Raising it, he wrote...
Everyone looked at one another in dismay... He was a junior and did not dare vie with great sages, so he would write only two lines!
What did that mean? Did he know this was a test set for him by Wenxin Pavilion? If he did not write an auspicious poem, how could he prove that he was truly Zhuge Qingfeng? His excuse sounded reasonable enough, but it also meant their test could not be completed.
Lin Su's brush came down:
"Northward I gaze, gray clouds stretch beyond all end; the great river flows east, its waters long and unbroken!"
The two lines fell, and Lin Su put away his brush. A soft hum sounded...
Five-colored light spread through the air! Everyone in the pavilion turned to stone!
"'Northward I gaze, gray clouds stretch beyond all end; the great river flows east, its waters long and unbroken'... Two lines of poetry have drawn forth five-colored light!" an elder recited. "Grandmaster Zhuge's talent is beyond the reach