"Your First Sword was called 'Butterfly Loves Flower,' and your Second Sword was called 'Joy of Meeting.' So is the Third Sword called 'Moon Over the West River'?" A trace of mockery surfaced at the corner of Li Mu Yang's mouth. It was clearly a demon from the Abyss Clan, yet it insisted on imitating human scholars, waxing poetic and affecting an air of refinement with its sour verses.
Who did she think she was? Did she really think she could compare with our dragon clan?
Our dragon clan admired the learning of humanity because we truly possessed learning.
Our dragon clan enjoyed composing poetry because the poems and antithetical couplets we composed could likewise be passed down for all eternity. One had to know that many of the world's marvelous poems had been written by dragons. It was just that the identity of the dragon clan was too sensitive, so one dragon genius had published his works under the alias "Anonymous."
What no one expected was that the dragon clan's brains were far too simple. Every dragon genius who wrote poetry published it under the name "Anonymous."
As a result, Anonymous became the most famous "mysterious author" in all of Divine Land.
The dragon clan had heritage. What did those Abyss Demons from the uncivilized wastelands have?
Only stinking feet and disgusting drool!
"The Third Sword is called 'Broken Formation Tune.'" The Priestess Xie Yue glanced at Li Mu Yang and said, "After tens of thousands of years passed, life became far too long. Whenever I had nothing to do, I would read the poetry and classical works written by the literary talents of Divine Land that were kept in the palace, and I benefited greatly from them. Thus, the three dragon-slaying sword techniques I comprehended were all named