Seven Bridges

The Heir of Prince Xiang could not fathom one thing: just how great a grudge had he incurred with this Poet Immortal, Word Sage, to make him so willing to tarnish his illustrious name?

What the Heir of Prince Xiang did not know was that Xu Yi did not care in the slightest about the so-called illustrious name of the Poet Immortal, Word Sage. He was trampling the Heir of Prince Xiang so mercilessly only to repay the Son of Heaven of Great Yue for a favor.

Who could blame him? The Heir of Prince Xiang had hogged the limelight far too much earlier. Unless Xu Yi trampled him right into the mud, he would feel he had let down the Son of Heaven of Great Yue, who had deigned to speak on his behalf.

Yet from the looks of it, the Heir of Prince Xiang had not been trampled hard enough. Xu Yi continued, "I, too, have two questions that I cannot resolve. I ask the Heir to enlighten me."

The Heir of Prince Xiang suddenly came to his senses, realizing that even if Xu Yi answered both questions correctly, he might not be entirely without a chance. When it came to quick thinking, none of the many scholars in the Prince Xiang household surpassed him.

Xu Yi could solve his difficult questions, but did that mean he surely could not solve Xu Yi's?

Even if he solved just one, he would have cleared up one of the Poet Immortal, Word Sage's doubts. He could also reclaim the dignity he had lost earlier.

But the argument about the stone and water still rankled in his heart. He immediately said, "Right and wrong will be judged by all. If you're willing to disregard even your reputation just to defeat me,