Yu Ke sat quietly in the room, his gaze resting on the back of the lame old man at the door as a subtle thought stirred in his heart.
With "immortal" as the theme?
This building was coincidentally named Immortal-Inviting Tower today.
The whole matter was too much of a coincidence, leaving him with a faint sense that something was amiss.
Just as he was lost in thought, the Great Cauldron within his Heart Sea suddenly trembled, spitting out ten thousand rays of rosy light.
[Faced with this matter, you decided...] 1. Refuse to compose a poem and write not a single word. (Hint: It may be detrimental to the future.) 2. Agree to compose a poem, but wait until after the Gathering of Beauties Banquet ends. (Hint: It may be detrimental to the future.) 3. Agree to compose a poem and write it before the Gathering of Beauties Banquet. (Hint: It may be beneficial to the future.) 4. End personal participation. (1/3)
Yu Ke looked at the options above. It seemed this poem had to be written.
Without hesitation, he made his choice.
3. Agree to compose a poem and write it before the Gathering of Beauties Banquet. (Hint: It may be beneficial to the future.)
Yu Ke slowly lifted his brush, his thoughts wandering between antiquity and the present.
As for poems about immortals, it seemed that after searching through past and present alike, only that man's verse remained.
Since he was going to inscribe that man's poem, how could he put brush to paper without bold spirit in his breast?
He said, "Someone, grind my ink."
The lame old man froze, his brows knitting as he glanced around. Other than the two of them, there was no one else in this quiet room.
"Xie Guan,