"Brother Guan Cen, Lord Fu'an had already spoken. You're still going to make excuses and drag your feet? Come on, tell us: what new masterpieces has our Empty Guest produced?"
Wu Si said with a cheerful grin.
At the moment, the three old men with white beards he had yet to kill were busy helping him crack open a treasure box. He was waiting for it to be opened, and was in a fine mood.
Now that everyone had gathered, the conversation had somehow turned to Empty Guest, who lived in a thatched cottage by the Xiang River. The crowd's interest immediately flared.
After all, a new literary talent had emerged by the Xiang River over the past few months. His surname was Xu, his given name Yi, and his literary name was "Empty." He had risen to fame with astonishing speed, shaking the four corners of the land.
In particular, after the case at Loose Immortal Academy, Empty Guest had recited the line, "Life in this world rarely goes as one would wish; tomorrow I'll let down my hair and set out in a small boat," then resigned and left. With Director Yu fanning the flames, the public buzz had spread, and Xu Yi's fame had soared.
Later, at the literary gathering in Xianlin City, Xu Yi had casually come out with poems and prose, which were then spread by people with an eye for opportunity. Empty Guest's fame had grown ever greater.
People often went to visit him, but not one had managed to meet Empty Guest.
Over the past two months, lines attributed to Empty Guest had continued to circulate from time to time. As a result, the buzz around him had never died down; if anything, it had grown more intense.
Zuo Jiantan laughed. "Oh, so