Yi Bingwei said, "I don't care what they think. I'm just doing someone a favor. Oh, and don't go blabbing to that man named Wu. You might stir up trouble all over again."
The Yellow-clothed woman said, "Listen to you, as if I'm such a busybody. But do you think Professor Wu doesn't know? Heh-heh. 'Clouds evoke thoughts of her clothes, flowers evoke thoughts of her face'—what a beautiful line. Everyone says Empty Guest is a born romantic, but I don't think that's quite right. To me, he's a friend to all female cultivators. Without the deepest compassion, how could he write such beautiful, moving lines? Bingwei, I'll ask you again: you really aren't interested in Xu Yi, are you? If you've made up your mind, I'm going to make a move. Compared with Xu Yi, all those male companions I had before were just a pile of mud."
Yi Bingwei shot her a sidelong glance. "I advise you not to get any funny ideas. He's Little Fish's friend, and maybe Little Fish has feelings for him. I'm keeping an eye on him for her. If you cut in, how am I supposed to explain it to Little Fish?"
The Yellow-clothed woman laughed. "There, you've let it slip. I think you're the one who wants to cut in. Tsk, 'With three feet of snow upon your person, who in all the world deserves to wear white?' No, when I get the chance, I'll have Xu Yi write a line or two for me, too. This guy can really pass judgment on people with a single stroke now. His influence is immense."
For no reason, Yi Bingwei felt flustered. "Stop blabbing. They're starting." On the Gentleman Stage, Xu Yi and Zuo Shihui exchanged no words. The moment Instructor Feng struck the