Many people came over with wine glasses, wanting to get to know Xie Feng.
Their main concern was their curiosity: what was the background of this young man who could stand beside Shui Yunjun and sit in the most honored position?
The group surrounded Xie Feng, chattering away in a cacophony of voices—men and women, in varying tones and pitches—making a terrible racket. Xie Feng's head was spinning.
These people are only trying to satisfy their curiosity and are not genuinely trying to make friends. Xie Feng understands this and will certainly not tolerate them.
He didn't even stand up, remaining seated with a cold face, and said indifferently, "I don't drink alcohol, please leave!"
"Dean Xie, why not use tea instead of wine? Let's make friends!" a man said with a grin.
"Dean Xie, how did you meet the clan leader?" A female elder blinked and asked curiously.
"Yes, tell us about it!" a male elder chimed in.
You guys are so annoying!
Xie Feng took a sip of tea and said impatiently.
If this happened anywhere else, his Northern Nether Illusory Emperor Flame would have already ignited if he were questioned by this group with impure motives. The fact that he hasn't lost his temper now is because he's giving Shui Yunjun face!
Even if he had no connection with Shui Yunjun, with his current strength, he wouldn't need to curry favor with anyone!
In short, if you're strong and capable, whatever you do is right!
You can express your feelings freely; if you're annoyed, you're annoyed!
"What are you talking about? It's so lively."
A deep, resonant voice, tinged with amusement, drifted over. Everyone turned around, their laughter fading as they resumed their respectful and serious expressions.
Shui Yunjun!
She walked over and asked with a smile, "I just heard Xiao Xie say that he's really annoyed, is that right?"
Xiao Xie?
The group exchanged shocked glances.
Such an intimate tone is rarely heard from the clan chief...
This Xie Feng is indeed extraordinary!
Not only did they get the clan chief to introduce him, but now they're even protecting him!
As soon as Xie Feng mentioned being annoyed, the clan leader came over. Although she was smiling on the surface, she was actually questioning him, clearly showing her dissatisfaction!
These cunning and shrewd individuals were frantically speculating about the emperor's intentions.
They regretted coming over. Although the Literary Clan Chief, Shui Yunjun, was calm and composed, if he were truly angry, he would definitely kill a child with a single sword strike!
"Clan leader, we just want to make friends with Dean Xie, please don't be angry!" one of them said with an awkward laugh.
The clan chief said Xie Feng was the dean of the Pill Maple Academy, but who knows where that academy is? Anyway, let's just call him that!
Shui Yunjun raised her phoenix eyes, remaining silent. Her aura as a ruler was imposing without her being angry, making everyone's scalp tingle and causing them to want to run away in fear.
The surrounding temperature instantly dropped to freezing point...
Xie Feng spoke up, "I just found it noisy, let them disperse."
Shui Yunjun said, "You all, go back to your seats!"
Yes! Yes!
The crowd, as if granted a pardon, scattered in an instant.
They returned to their seats, still utterly bewildered as to why the clan leader had treated Xie Feng with such courtesy! He could be annoyed so easily! He could leave so suddenly!
What's the point?
Could it be...?
Is he strong?
But no matter how strong he is, he is still just a young man, and he is not as strong as the pillars of the Literary Clan!
Is it because he's handsome?
This is even more absurd. The clan leader has witnessed the splendor of Marquis of Mo Yang in his youth. Which man in the world could she possibly take seriously?
Why is that?
Forget it, I don't want to think about it anymore. Why make myself unhappy?
Let's drink!
These people's troubles came quickly and went quickly; they then started singing and dancing again.
The second floor was bustling with activity, filled with singing and dancing.
Some people watched the dance, some chatted, and some leaned on the railing to admire the scenery. Everyone was happy.
At this moment, Yan Wuming stood up, raised his wine cup, and said with a smile, "Today I have rebuilt this ancient pavilion, and I am honored that you all have graced me with your presence to attend this banquet!"
"Look at the surging waters, the swirling clouds and mist, the guests and hosts, the people and things—how beautiful it is!"
"Many of you are prominent figures in the Literary Dao world, and even a clan leader is present. Why don't we gather today to exchange literary ideas and compose an essay on a pavilion to add to the festivities?!"
I think it's a good idea!
"Then let's wait and see who has the skills to show off!"
"A masterpiece will definitely be born here!"
"Lord Yama, how should it be written?"
Everyone agreed, and as they spoke, many people secretly glanced at a young man out of the corner of their eyes.
The seats on the second floor are arranged in the shape of "", with Shui Yunjun and Yan Wuming sitting in the most distinguished middle position.
In the Literary Clan, the right side is considered the most honorable. To Shui Yunjun's right are Xie Feng, the Literary Sage Yan Ru, Academician Meng, Xiao Tianzi, and others.
To Yan Wuming's left were General Wang and his wife. Next to the wife was the young man being secretly watched; he was Yan Wuming's son-in-law, Zhao Yu!
"Young Master Zhao, your literary talent is outstanding; you're sure to shine today!"
"Yes, Young Master Zhao will definitely write the best masterpiece!"
"Who knows, our Young Master Zhao might even catch the eye of the Literary Sage Yan Ru!"
"Hahaha, why are you speaking such obvious truths!"
A group of people surrounded Zhao Yu, showering him with compliments.
Zhao Yu responded with a polite smile, but secretly felt pleased with himself.
In order to seize this opportunity to make a name for himself, he hired two masters of Literary Dao and Daoism to teach him for a full thirty years!
As the saying goes, "It takes ten years to forge a sword," and now he possesses three swords, believing himself to be invincible!
He wrote this article several days ago, just waiting for today to make a stunning debut and amaze everyone!
He was absolutely certain!
Someone asked, "Lord Yama, does this pavilion have a name?"
Yan Wuming said, "This was a nobleman's private pavilion called Tengwang ten thousand years ago. Now that it has been rebuilt, let's name it Tengwang!"
The crowd applauded and cheered.
Yan Wuming glanced at Zhao Yu, who revealed a confident smile.
"Let's begin! Get some paper and pens!"
Yan Wuming nodded in satisfaction, then waved his sleeve, and two elegantly dressed pageboys entered, carrying a sandalwood tray with writing brushes, ink, paper, and inkstones on it.
The pageboys, one to the left and one to the right, began handing out trays, starting from the very end of the line near the door.
Anyone who wants to write calligraphy, leave your tray behind!
These guests were all shrewd and cunning; they knew perfectly well that this was a stage Yan Wuming had prepared specifically for Zhao Yu. They weren't going to perform; they were just there to play along.
Taking the seats on the right as an example, when page A brought paper and pen, these people knew Yan Wuming's intentions and all pretended to refuse.
The tray moved smoothly from the very back of the table!
Until it was delivered to Xie Feng!
Page A: "Please, go ahead!"
Xie Feng tapped the table with his finger, signaling to put it down!
The pageboy was clearly taken aback. He had only been being polite; how could this person be so inconsiderate?
Everyone knows this ink and brush were specially prepared for Zhao Yu, didn't you know that?!
"Cough cough!"
The pageboy nodded slightly and coughed softly as a reminder.
Xie Feng frowned. "Is there a feather stuck in your throat? What are you coughing about?"
He smiled slightly and tapped the desktop.
The pageboy glanced at Xie Feng, his mind racing with doubts, but he still put the tray down.