"Graceful as a startled swan, lithe as a roaming dragon; resplendent as autumn chrysanthemums, luxuriant as spring pines... Her shoulders seemed carved away, her waist bound in fine silk. Her neck was long and lovely, her fair skin gleaming in the open...!"
Yun Zhiyi's cool eyes grew ever brighter as she softly recited the piece Qing Mo had just composed with her as its subject!
Having already reached the early Ancient God Realm, Yun Zhiyi needed only hear it once to memorize every line Qing Mo had just chanted.
"Junior Brother! So you're that Confucian Dao prodigy countless people have been searching for?"
"Did you truly compose those lines just now?"
The shock had yet to fully fade from the inner sect female disciple's eyes. At this moment, she did not blink even once as she stared at Qing Mo!
"Then, Senior Sister, have you ever heard this ode mentioned anywhere else?"
"Never!"
Faced with his question, the inner sect female disciple immediately shook her head again and again!
Had she not witnessed it with her own eyes, she would never have believed it!
There was actually someone in this world who could stir the vast, righteous aura of the Confucian Dao across billions of miles with a single "poem"!
"An ode? You said this is an ode?"
"That's right!"
"Not a poem?"
"Not exactly!"
"Then what is this ode called?"
"Ode to the Goddess!"
(PS: The author isn't very cultured. This is all just for the thrill and showing off, so please just read it that way, dear readers!)
Upon hearing the three words "Ode to the Goddess," the heartstrings of Yun Zhiyi—unmoved no matter what happened—were like a zither string fiercely plucked, making it impossible for her to regain her former calm!
"Goddess Yun! You still haven't told