Xu Yi was clever enough to see exactly what was going on between Tao Jingsheng, Su Xingchun, and Xuan Lengyan. He couldn't help sighing inwardly. Even someone like Xuan Lengyan could be blinded by love.
Xu Yi sent his words straight into her ear. Xuan Lengyan's willow brows shot up as she transmitted back furiously, "How dare you speak to me like that? Are you trying to defy your teacher and betray your ancestors?"
Xu Yi's heart gave a lurch. He'd gotten so caught up in his role that he'd completely forgotten who he was. In truth, he felt respect, awe, and gratitude toward Xuan Lengyan, but nothing like the usual affection between master and disciple.
Not knowing how to answer, he simply said nothing. Just then, the images inside the Ruyi Pearl finally changed.
The view abruptly pulled back, bringing Xu Yi into frame as well.
Not far away, Su Xingchun and Xuan Lengyan were writing on white paper. A sheet of white paper and an ink brush had appeared before Xu Yi, too. A bizarre scene unfolded.
For every line of poetry Xu Yi wrote, Su Xingchun wrote one of her own. The words they put down were exactly the same, with Su Xingchun finishing just two characters behind Xu Yi.
In truth, even if she'd been only half a character behind him, the scene before them would still have been absurd beyond belief.
The sheer shock left everyone staring fixedly at the images. The fourth poem, the fifth, and on through the tenth—Su Xingchun wrote each one just after Xu Yi.
Such an uncanny spectacle plunged the whole venue into dead silence.
Suddenly, Xu Yi put away the Ruyi Pearl and broke the silence. "Miss Su, be sure to come by my place later and have a