"Please, young master!" Bai Wanzhen stood to the side.
Tang Feng's gaze was reserved. He picked up the brush, dipped it in ink, and his stunning running script astonished Bai Wanzhen.
Watching Dongting
The lake light and autumn moon harmonize together
No wind brushes the pond, the mirror unturned
Gazing afar at Dongting's lush mountains and waters
In a silver platter, a solitary green snail
Beautiful words, perfectly reflecting the scenery contained within the characters.
Bai Wanzhen's eyes were fixed like she had encountered a divine treasure, unable to move away from Tang Feng's writing and poetry.
So beautiful.
She had seen Dongting every day but never realized it could be so breathtaking.
Boom!
The poem complete, suddenly the heavens shook, an immense literary energy descended from the skies, directly merging into Tang Feng.
Even Bai Wanzhen and everyone in Wen Building were graced by its affinity.
Oh my!
The literary energy surged, how is this possible!
