Many scholars looked up at the Thousand Mountains and Hundred Rivers in the sky, sighing in regret.
"What a pity. The northwest is the land of the Devil Sect, the Netherworld, and the Evil Sects. There are far too few scholars here. If this were Jiangnan, who knew how many Grand Confucians would spread word to one another? They would surely manifest the mountains and rivers and protect Far-Reaching City."
"The north has many heroes but few scholars. Among the northern cities today, apart from some cities under the River Guard Army, no poetry mountains and rivers have ever appeared."
"I heard that when Mr. Gangfeng founded Enlightenment Academy, he had hoped that northern scholars could create a poem that would shake the world."
"Now there is a poem that has shaken the world, yet there are too few scholars to manifest it."
"Look, Zhang Moyai alone truly isn't enough. The shadows of the mountains and rivers are fading."
"What a pity. Once the poetry mountains and rivers manifest, as long as we remain within Far-Reaching City and adapt this poem into a battle poem, we can gain a rank out of thin air. From then on, Far-Reaching City will have nothing to fear."
"Many Grand Confucians are too far away. They may not make it in time."
Just as everyone lamented, a massive brush with a blue shaft and white bristles flew in from the northeast. It stretched a hundred zhang long and touched the sky above the Thousand Mountains and Hundred Rivers.
"This poem is the crown of Ode to Snow."
The Grand Confucian's voice carried for a thousand li, and the scholars of Enlightenment Academy were invigorated.
"It should be Zhou Changhe, the Red-Eyed Grand Confucian of the River Guard Army."
Then, several Grand Confucians from the