A Proud, Aloof Empress-Even Her Shyness Was So Tsundere!

After hearing this, Donghuang Ziyou lightly nodded her exquisite head, revealing a trace of approval.

The white sun set behind the mountains; the great river flowed into the sea.

These two lines had harmonious rhythm, neat parallelism, and an intense sense of imagery. Reciting them gave one the feeling of standing within the scene itself.

It could be said that they were enough to reveal Lin Xuan's solid foundation in poetry.

Moreover, Donghuang Ziyou felt that Lin Xuan was playful by nature. For him to compose a verse on the spot in such a short time was no easy feat.

From this point alone, Lin Xuan was even better than she had imagined.

But then again.

Poetry was poetry—writing it was like singing.

Only works that could convey a certain emotion or philosophy and stir resonance in people's hearts could be called superior.

If one merely lingered on depicting scenery, it would seem too superficial, revealing insufficient mastery.

Donghuang Ziyou felt that Lin Xuan had a good foundation, but he still lacked profound skill and needed further study and refinement.

"After we return, if I give him my treasured Hundreds of Classic Quatrains, I wonder whether he would be interested in accepting it?"

Donghuang Ziyou's narrow, beautiful phoenix eyes swept faintly across Lin Xuan's face, revealing a hint of puzzlement.

Elsewhere.

After hearing Lin Xuan recite those two lines.

Devil Lord Qiyou, Devil Lord Moye, and the many other Devil Lords could not help exchanging glances.

They, too, enjoyed Dancing Ink and Brush, so they possessed a fair amount of insight into poetry.

To them, Lin Xuan's two lines were very proper, but not dazzling enough.

Compared to Donghuang Ziyou's two lines, Lin Xuan's lacked sentiment and emotion, making them seem far more bland.

Thus, they felt that Lin Xuan