"You Sightless Monk, I'd say you mastered your mind's eye long ago, didn't you? What a head full of wicked schemes."
Huo Ran laughed and scolded him. "Looks like we can forget about inviting Young Master Lin, too. He attends to ten thousand affairs a day, so we can hardly press him."
The others all heartily agreed.
"Indeed, this puts us in quite a difficult position." Guan Fangyi shook his head. "I excel at riding into battle and slaying enemies, not inviting people over as guests."
"Same here." Huo Ran smiled, then changed the subject:
"A literary gathering ought to involve some literary exchange. Speaking of which, I have a poem I've been composing in my head for some time. Let me recite it today, and please offer your guidance."
Everyone's attention immediately turned to him.
Poetry and verse were of tremendous importance in the Great Wei Sacred Dynasty.
Sometimes, a single poem or lyric could change people's impression of its author.
Just as the poems Lin Ke had recited were known throughout the world, and had even earned him a great many fanatical admirers.
Many people's impression of Lin Ke came from his poetry, rather than his actual appearance and personality.
Poetry gave voice to one's feelings and a home to one's sorrows.
"Since we're exchanging poems, should we place our wagers first?" Zhang Yuda asked with a smile:
"Though we study the Way of Medicine, we also compose poems and lyrics in our spare time. Without a wager, though, it loses some of the fun."
"I have no fear." Guan Fangyi gently stroked his beard, his expression proud. "I became a Sage Son precisely because I excel in every field!"
What a bold claim!
Lin Ke was somewhat surprised.
Huo Ran also showed a measure of pride. "Nor