Tonight was destined to be sleepless, as Liu Wuxie’s poem had already swept across Mooncave Lake, captivating countless hearts. The line “Fear not that there will be no lack of friends in your path, for who in the world doesn’t know you?” echoed through the night, resonating deeply with people. With every recitation, a thousand different interpretations sprang forth, each person finding their own meaning in the words.0

“Brother Liu is truly remarkable to refine a spiritual core so quickly!” Many of Sky Rift Valley’s disciples stepped forward and weren’t furious that Liu Wuxie had stolen the limelight from Hua Chenye.0

Since this was a gathering, it was natural for there to be a winner.0

Liu Wuxie responded with a calm smile, offering no further explanation for his accomplishment.0

With the poetry concluded, they were left with painting, music, or chess, depending on Murong Yi’s arrangement.0

“Lady Murong, what’s the next word?” everyone asked impatiently.0

Murong Yi stood gracefully and scanned the crowd, her gaze briefly pausing on Liu Wuxie before she addressed the group. “Next, we will proceed with painting. The theme is scenery!”0

The word "scenery" brought a wave of excitement. It was broad...0