Late at night, on the third floor of the Martial Discourse Tower in Ancient Market Town.
Dong Linshan was writing furiously.
Inspiration gushed like a spring, and he wielded his brush across the paper without a moment's thought.
Just then, a tap-tap-tap sounded from the stairwell. Xie Zhenqing, who had rushed back to Xiushui Commandery from the Eastern Province State City, hurried up the stairs and strode over.
"Old Dong, I heard you're rushing out an article and planning to ask Eastern Province to delay finalizing and releasing the issue? Is this article related to tonight's disturbance at the Taste-Knowing Pavilion?"
"Tower Master!"
Upon seeing Xie Zhenqing, Dong Linshan put down his brush and prepared to raise his hands in salute.
But Xie Zhenqing pressed a hand downward, signaling that he could dispense with the formalities. She picked up the completed manuscript beside him and began reading.
The article's title was actually "Young Tyrant Saber Chu Xisheng."
Tyrant Saber?
Xie Zhenqing knitted her brows, then skimmed ten lines at a glance.
"This is rare-splendid language, stirring prose! Old Dong, your articles have always shown great skill without ornament. It's rare to see you choose such exquisite, painstaking wording, brimming with passion."
After reading a few pages, a peculiar gleam flashed in Xie Zhenqing's eyes. "Old Dong, aren't you praising him too highly? Is Chu Xisheng truly this capable?"
-He had fought the White Cloud Stronghold alone in a bloody battle, displaying both wit and courage, slaughtering over a hundred men single-handedly and killing five seventh-rank experts?
Among them, Heart-Piercing Sword Li Ya had even reached Upper Seventh-Rank and was a gold-medal assassin of the Life-Reaping Tower!
Dong Linshan smiled and pointed outside. "I'm not blowing hot air. Over two thousand people in Ancient Market Town witnessed it themselves! The course