Luoxue City.
Su Bei continued to ask Er Xia a few questions and received several ambiguous answers, which made the doubts in his heart grow even denser.
Coming down from Juxian Pavilion somewhat dazed, he somehow, in a muddled state, agreed to Er Xia to visit the South Wind Ancient Country after the recruitment meeting in the Sacred Land.
Amidst the cheers of the crowd, he wandered toward the three women, still able to hear various discussions:
"Elder Su really is a divine being! With that piece of poetry out, who in the world would dare boast about Shangyuan poetry and verse?"
"Truly leaves no path for us scholars to tread upon! Alas!"
"Ah! Elder Su, do you like long hair or short hair? I'm keeping my hair short for you!"
"Tonight, Elder Su, you~are~my god——"
"..."
Watching her Master approaching, Xiao Ruoching's cheeks turned somewhat red. Her delicate hands were lightly clasped together, her mind still replaying the line of poetry Su Bei had spoken atop the city wall.
