After reading the letter, Tang Yu felt a surge of grief and indignation.
Was this woman with him only because she fancied his looks and body, keeping him around specifically to use his good looks to make money for her?
Tang Yu furiously tore the letter in his hand to pieces, tears of humiliation nearly spilling from the corners of his eyes as he looked at the old shopkeeper and asked, "When will the Orchid Pavilion Poetry Gathering be held?"
"The Orchid Pavilion Poetry Gathering will be held in three days. President Tang, are you planning to attend? Of course—with your talent, you'll definitely be able to break into their circle."
As the old shopkeeper spoke, his eyes lit up, and he said enviously, "If I, Shi Hao, had even half the president's looks and talent in this life, I'd probably have become rich enough to rival a nation long ago."
"Shopkeeper Shi, you flatter me."
Tang Yu smiled, said goodbye, and left the shop to wander around the capital.
Everyone in this vast capital was a cultivator, and the patrolling guards were all at the Deity Transformation stage.
The occasional officials he encountered were also cultivators of considerable attainment.
The imperial family naturally stood at the pinnacle of the three great dynasties, while the civil and military officials of the court, as well as the great clans and sects governing the provinces and counties, were likewise all cultivators.
To enter the court as an official, one's cultivation realm was indispensable. Without cultivation, no matter how talented one was, at best one could only serve as an adviser hidden behind the scenes.
Those attending this Orchid Pavilion Poetry Gathering were all children of officials and romantic young scholars. Ordinary people truly had no way of joining it.
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