The Luo River Goddess descended to the Mortal Realm, and Cao Zijian composed Ode to the Luo River Goddess in a single inspired sweep.
For a time, Jingshan Villa became one of the brightest spots of the era.
Jiang Yang likewise marveled at Cao Zhi's talent.
A work like this deserved to be passed down through the ages.
The scholars present hurried to find brushes and ink to record it.
Cao Zhi gazed at Feng Luobin with anticipation in his eyes, seemingly awaiting her response.
Holding the golden paper in her hands, Feng Luobin looked up at Cao Zhi. Her eyes rippled with light as she regarded this man of extraordinary, innate literary talent and sighed.
"Mr. Cao, I understand your feelings. But you are a mortal, and I am a goddess. There can hardly be any possibility between us."
"Besides, I will soon leave this world for the Divine Realm."
After all, this was only their first meeting. Though she had a very favorable impression of this gifted scholar, she had no other feelings for him.
The people closest to her in this life were her master, Jiang Yang, and her grandfather, Feng Ruo.
After this breakthrough, she planned to leave Earth and ascend to the Divine Realm to see her grandfather.
Earth's supernatural energy had dwindled to such a degree that it was difficult for any more supernatural beings to emerge upon its lands. In that sense, her mission on Earth was complete.
The light faded from Cao Zhi's eyes, and he said softly.
"To behold the legendary Luo River Goddess and her extraordinary beauty has already exhausted a lifetime's luck. I, Cao Zhi, dare not ask for anything more."
Feng Luobin was silent.
Just then, Jiang Yang suddenly said with a smile.
"It is not as though