At those words, the uproar across the entire venue reached its peak.
"What? He's Empty Guest Xu Yi?"
"They say Empty Guest is a peerless literary talent, one in five thousand years. How could it be him?"
"Fate begrudges the gifted. With such literary talent and insight, he must have gained them through years of arduous cultivation. How could he have had time to cultivate such astonishing power as well?"
Poetry and prose knew no borders. Thus, Empty Guest Xu Yi's name was not only famous throughout the Southern Heavenly Court; his reputation was just as great in the Northern Heavenly Court and even the Evil Court.
Don't think cultivators had no need for beauty. Their tedious lives of cultivation required all kinds of emotions to relieve the monotony, and exquisite poetry and prose could often evoke the subtlest feelings, leaving people slapping the table in admiration. With each such outburst, Xu Yi's name climbed ever higher.
Amid the cries of surprise, a powerful aura swept in from the southeast. A middle-aged man in green robes came soaring through the air and landed in the center of the venue, facing Xu Yi from a hundred yards away.
"Purple Blood Old Demon."
Fang Xinghai cried out in alarm. "What are you doing here? Come to watch the South Sea Association make fools of themselves?"
Before his voice had even faded, he, Guo Huangfeng, and Chen Beixuan all showed signs of wariness, instinctively adopting defensive stances.
As soon as Fang Xinghai called out Purple Blood Old Demon's name, the venue's previously boiling atmosphere froze in an instant.
Xu Yi finally focused all his attention. The newcomer was powerful, at least on Golden Radiance's level. What made old monsters of this caliber terrifying wasn't their cultivation, but how thoroughly they had mastered their