After an hour had passed.
The talented scholars of Orchid Pavilion had all presented the poems and verses they had just written.
Some wrote of rivers, some of gentle breezes, some of flowers and grass.
As the mistress of Orchid Pavilion, Luo Shuixin naturally saw their work first once they had finished.
Yet her mind was entirely elsewhere, her gaze drifting toward Tang Yu every so often.
When she saw Tang Yu finally sit down and take up his brush to write, she grew somewhat impatient.
Never before had she so desperately wanted to understand someone.
As one of the most renowned female cultivators in the capital, in over three thousand years, she had not merely lacked a Dao companion—she had never even been close to any male cultivator.
Some had once remarked that the Luo family's daughter had standards higher than the heavens. She had never denied it, and had even wondered what sort of man could possibly meet those lofty standards.
The answer was right before her.
After Tang Yu finished writing, he was just about to hand his paper to Luo Shuixin.
At nearly the same moment, Liu Jin'an, with his yellow hair, handed over the poem he had written as well.
Faced with the two poems offered at once, Luo Shuixin did not hesitate. She accepted Tang Yu's first, then took Liu Jin'an's as well and lowered her head to read them carefully.
Tang Yu's gaze also instinctively fell upon Liu Jin'an.
He had been here for quite some time and had seen cultivators of every strange and bizarre sort, but he truly had not encountered many fellows with dyed yellow hair.
Liu Jin'an's eyes met Tang Yu's, and four words inexplicably surfaced in his mind.
Gentle as jade.
*This bastard was born to live off