Those able to gather in Piaoxiang Tower's finest private hall were all outstanding young talents with deep backgrounds and status. Mu Xiaochen and Lan Zhuoyue in particular could remain unruffled and composed even in the face of life and death. Thus, everyone was quite displeased with the young man who had barged in making such a fuss.
"Bu Kutu, mind your manners. You came rushing in all flustered, without the slightest decorum. What kind of behavior is this?" Mu Xiaochen said coldly, reprimanding him.
Bu Kutu's expression stiffened. Realizing his lapse in etiquette, he immediately halted, took a deep breath, and said with a bitter smile, "Everyone, I have embarrassed myself. Please forgive me."
Only then did Mu Xiaochen's expression ease considerably. "What exactly happened to make you so panicked?"
Bu Kutu shook his head. "I am not panicked. I am shocked! Piaoxiang Tower has produced a poem, a masterpiece that could shake the world. Even Yu Yueming, hailed as Zifu County's number one literary talent, publicly admitted that he was inferior to its author. The entire Piaoxiang Tower is discussing that poem right now! Please look, I copied down the whole thing."
At once.
More than a dozen people gathered around, their faces full of curiosity.
Then the entire private hall fell into dead silence. Everyone wore expressions of shock, their eyes burning as they stared at the poem on the sheet of paper.
"Wonderful. What a wonderful Prelude to the Water Melody."
Lan Zhuoyue was not merely extraordinarily gifted in cultivation. Influenced by his elder sister since childhood, he was also highly accomplished in literature, learned enough to fill five cartloads and talented enough to rival the eight measures of a great scholar. Upon seeing such a world-shaking poem, he immediately lavished it with praise.
Mu Xiaochen nodded