Central Plains.
High in the sky, a patch of space suddenly rippled. Then a tall, slender man in blue robes appeared out of thin air, holding a folding fan.
An old man with a terrifying aura followed close behind, appearing before the blue-robed man.
Taking in his surroundings, the man's face flashed with disdain. "Ancient Demon, as expected of a world of natives-even the air is filthy."
"Still, these splendid mountains and rivers are quite beautiful. I can't help wanting to compose a verse."
Behind him, Ancient Demon smiled amiably.
"It would be this old man's honor to hear your poetry, Young Master Gu Xiu."
The man smiled smugly and flicked his folding fan.
"What mighty mountains, what lengthy rivers."
"You are so beautiful that I lose myself within you."
"O wind, you brush my face like the caress of family."
Ancient Demon could make no sense of the young master's verse, but he hurriedly gave a thumbs-up. "Wonderful poetry! Wonderful! In a few more years, you'll surely stand shoulder to shoulder with those old fellows from the Literary Sage Heavenly Palace!"
Hearing Ancient Demon's praise, Gu Xiu nodded in satisfaction.
"Once I obtain the Evil Keyboard Immortal's mental cultivation art and Great Insulting Technique and fuse them into a seamless whole, I'll have the confidence to call myself a sage of poetry. The power of the literary path is truly profound-so elegant and noble."
"Let's go meet up with those fellows from Nine Nether. I hear quite a few of their passages were destroyed, so they've gone into hiding to prepare for the final destruction of this world."
"Now that I'm here, I'll take over this game. Heh."
With that, Gu Xiu vanished on the spot.
Ancient Demon followed, swaying his head.
The Wind Thunder Pavilion's dungeon.
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