"This is Fang Yun's manuscript! It contains only ten characters-not a finished poem!" the man shouted as he held it up.
Everyone looked over. There were indeed ten characters written on it.
Orioles sang, willows by the bank played with spring sunshine, the dawn moon shone.
Everyone at the literary gathering froze. None of them had imagined anyone would do such a thing. By the time Duan Qing, Zhang Zhixing, and the others thought to stop him, it was already too late.
Almost the instant the man raised the paper, Zhang Zhixing and several others parted their lips, ready to unleash their Lip Spears and Tongue Swords. In the end, however, they were a step too slow, and the man shouted it out. Even killing him now would accomplish nothing.
"Insolence! How dare you openly snatch another person's manuscript at a literary gathering! Someone, throw him out! Once the gathering ends, I will report this to the head of Chongwen Academy and have this ill-mannered wretch expelled!" Flames of anger burned in Zhang Zhixing's eyes. His fists clenched, and he longed to smash a fist into that man from Gu Kingdom's face.
A man slowly rose and said with a smile, "Brother Zhang, this gentleman merely wished to admire Void Sage Fang's calligraphy. Why call for blood? In my opinion, he need only apologize to Fang Yun, and we can let the matter pass. After all, this is the Farewell Spring Literary Gathering. Still, one matter is one matter, and another is another! Void Sage Fang failed to compose a poem. So long as he participated in the gathering, he must receive a punishment!"
Many had wanted to speak in Fang Yun's defense, but once they saw who was speaking, they silently shut their mouths.
He was young, with handsome,