Equal Treatment!

Since he had to copy something, choosing what to copy mattered a great deal.

Poetry and prose might not have any rules about what had to be written, but it was winter right now. Copying "Spring Dawn" would be downright absurd, wouldn't it?

"There are countless poems and verses from Huaxia on Earth, but anything involving specific places or people is out. Sure, I could change the names, but then the rhymes would be a mess. I also have to rule out anything that doesn't fit the season or surroundings... Thinking it over, there still seem to be plenty of options..."

Mulling it over, Bai Yang surveyed the scene around him, hoping to find a poem that suited the occasion.

To be honest, Bai Yang was a complete amateur when it came to poetry. Even copying one, finding a poem that fit the scene had him stumped. He certainly couldn't match those "great predecessors," who could conjure up inspiration like a burst pipe at the drop of a hat.

Tian Yin Sect, countless young talents gathered, all for the sake of beautiful women, winter...

After thinking it over for ages, Bai Yang smacked his forehead. To hell with it! There weren't that many poems that fit the occasion. He'd just pick one and write whatever he liked.

That left him with plenty of choices!

If he was going to do it, he'd write a poem that would be passed down for a thousand generations. Who cared about all those other considerations?

The brush, ink, paper, and inkstone were ready. Bai Yang took up his brush and began writing on the rice paper, his strokes flowing like dragons and snakes.

The moment he began, everyone nearby turned their attention to him. Countless people wanted to see what kind of earth-shattering masterpiece