"Towering a hundred feet high, where one can pluck stars from the sky!"
"Rising with the wind, reaching ninety-thousand miles high!"
"Heaven blessed me with talent, it must have a use; though I squander a thousand gold coins, more will return!"
These magnificent verses filled the vast expanse of the sky, exuding a heroic and unfettered spirit.
Li Bai enlarged his battle sword, then lay upon its blade, soaring through the sky with his legs crossed and a wine pot in hand. He would take a sip of wine and recite a line of poetry.
If an ordinary man were to do this, he would likely resemble a drunkard and earn the disdain of those around him.
But Li Bai, with his carefree aura, seemed more like a scholar, drinking and voicing his ambitions, expressing his emotions through verse.
After leaving the Imperial Capital, Li Bai had enjoyed a stint as an official. His efforts against corruption had earned him the admiration of countless citizens.
