All that painstaking effort came from Xie Xuanting's understanding that the higher the level of a gathering, the more it needed exquisite poetry to bring everyone together.
He was used to being arrogant. How could he tolerate being ignored at an elite gathering? Yet he had no real talent for literary composition, so he could only make these preparations in advance. He hadn't expected to put them to use here.
At last, all his hard work hadn't been for nothing.
"Pfft!"
Just as Xie Xuanting was congratulating himself, a snort of laughter rang out.
"Who was that?"
Xie Xuanting barked, turning his gaze toward the sound. It had come from a lean-faced young man in green. He stared coldly, and the sneer on his face showed no sign of restraint.
"You're asking for death!"
Xie Xuanting was furious. A bone-chilling killing intent spilled from him, as if he might strike at any moment.
"Are you trying to get yourself killed?"
Niu Ganghuo was dumbfounded. He grabbed the young man in green and tried to pull him back into his seat, but the young man was as immovable as metal or stone.
Needless to say, the young man in green was Xu Yi.
The grander the occasion, the more he enjoyed stirring up trouble. Only by muddying the waters could he fish in them.
"What, are people not allowed to judge your poetry? Can they only praise it, never criticize it? If that's really the case, then I doubt you're truly a man of letters. I imagine Ice Cloud Fairy wouldn't be friends with you, either."
Xu Yi spoke loudly, ignoring Xie Xuanting's fury and paying no heed to Niu Ganghuo's repeated hints.
"Outrageous! You're begging to die!" Xie Xuanting howled inwardly. He was ready to strike at any moment and