A Lifelong Dream Man!

By the shores of Mandarin Duck Lake, the spring breeze brushed the willows.

Xu Baihu held his chin high, lightly waving the folding fan in his hand as he basked in the worship and cheers of the entire crowd.

Beside him, the other three great talents—Lu Youshan, Cheng Sicheng, and Zhao Keqing—also wore looks of admiration.

All of them gave Xu Baihu a thumbs-up, their eyes brimming with praise.

"Brother Baihu truly deserves to be called the finest poet among us Four Great Talents. He casually opens his mouth and a masterpiece takes shape, creating a tale that will be remembered for ages!"

"I thought my own poetry was already good enough, yet Brother Baihu still surpassed me. It truly leaves one... with no choice but to concede!"

"The Four Great Talents are all outstandingly gifted. There should be no one present who can surpass us! Just like that fellow who composed a poem first—hasn't he fallen silent now?"

While praising Xu Baihu, Lu Youshan and the others also thought of Ying Minghuai, who had been the first to compose a poem.

As they spoke, the Four Great Talents could not help turning their gazes toward the painted railing across the shore.

A figure flashed, and Ying Minghuai appeared before the painted railing once more.

Zhao Keqing frowned and said:

"That man has appeared again. Could it be that he can produce verses even better than Brother Baihu's?"

Lu Youshan and Cheng Sicheng could not help shaking their heads.

"Impossible, right?"

"Brother Baihu's two lines just now were works fit for immortals. To surpass him in such a short time would be harder than climbing to the heavens!"

Amid the Four Great Talents' heated discussion, Ying Minghuai straightened his chest, gathered his breath, and cried aloud:

"Lost towers upon