"You!"
Wu Xiuxian hadn't expected Xu Yi to be so brazen, to completely disregard his status as the Heavenly Lord Young Master.
Ning Wuyou said, "If Brother Xu can truly display his Divine Skill, this saintess is willing to gift him a painting."
Boom! The whole pavilion nearly erupted. Everyone had hurried to gather at Shaoyin Pavilion for the Tassel Grand Gathering, and wasn't it all for a glimpse of Saintess Ning's favor? Receiving one of her paintings was practically a dream come true.
Wu Xiuxian was nearly fuming. He had guarded against everything, but still couldn't compete with a beautiful woman's admiration for a talented man. Drawing a deep breath, he said, "Brother Xu is right, Saintess Ning. By all means, show us your Divine Skill and let us see how you can compose a thousand poems in the blink of an eye."
He couldn't stop Ning Wuyou from showing Xu Yi goodwill, so he could only use this method to make the so-called Divine Skill as difficult as possible.
Xu Yi sneered. "And just how long does 'the blink of an eye' mean to you, Brother Wu?"
Wu Xiuxian said, "An ordinary person couldn't write a thousand poems in a single day, but the Empty Guest is no ordinary man. Besides, Saintess Ning said she wanted to see Brother Xu display his Divine Skill. A Divine Skill must be an extraordinary ability. I'd say one stick of incense should be plenty."
A murmur rose through the crowd. Everyone knew Wu Xiuxian was making things difficult for Xu Yi. Even if the Dao Ancestor himself descended to earth, he might not be able to do it.
But at a time like this, who would sympathize with Xu Yi? Everyone piled on while he was down, beating a broken drum.