"Don't worry"—those were the words Long Jingxiu had spoken for Xu Yi to hear.
In the short time since, she had already devised two strategies.
The first was the civilized strategy. Since Lord Jiuhuang hadn't specified who would judge, she had free rein to decide. After all, she had set the challenge, so of course she would be the one to judge.
The second was the uncivilized strategy. If things went badly, she would simply snatch Xu Yi and leave.
Everything before her was just a spectacle to her. There was no need to let a beauty suffer a loss.
Xu Yi naturally had no idea how much thought Dragon Lord was putting into protecting him. He only smiled and nodded. Before long, Dragon Lord had set the challenge, and the entire hall erupted.
Jiuhuang was dumbstruck. Feng Jiu and Tu Min exchanged bewildered looks.
"What kind of challenge is this? Autumn River Snowy Night? You call that a challenge? At a time like this, does Dragon Lord think she can get away with making a joke?"
Only after standing stunned for more than ten breaths did Jiuhuang suddenly come to his senses and cry out.
The title Long Jingxiu had given was Autumn River Snowy Night, a masterpiece by Yu Jizi.
Long Jingxiu smiled. "If my predecessor Yu Jizi could write it, why can't you, Old Nine? That's the challenge. Xu Yi, can you handle it?"
She didn't believe Xu Yi had any chance of surpassing Jiuhuang in poetry, either. After all, objective truths born of common sense were extremely difficult to change.
Since Xu Yi had little chance of winning, Long Jingxiu naturally chose an unconventional path.
Yu Jizi had written a famous masterpiece under the title Autumn River Snowy Night, its name passed down through the ages.