"Proud as the spring breeze with swift horse's hooves, in a single day admiring all the flowers in Chang An..."
Sitting in front of the desk, the young man looked at the lines of poetry on the Xuan paper and couldn't help but read it again with satisfaction. What excellent poetry it was, that youthful exuberance of success hitting him squarely in the face!
Only then did he rise to his feet.
After the ink had dried, he carefully rolled up the Xuan paper and prepared to head to tonight's poetry appreciation convention aboard the "Flower Boat" on the outskirts of the Capital; the event would be attended by many literati and even high-ranking officials.
It was said that several City Lords would be there.
Among them, the City Lord of Flying Fish City from Hai Province was one, a mighty figure with Golden Core Cultivation who also happened to adore poetry. It was rumored that he had collected many poetic treasures left by the Lord National Master himself.
