Hurried footsteps quickly approached, and then a burly man stopped in front of the thatched cottage. He gasped, "Master! Master! The eyes of the statue in the Wen Sheng Temple have lit up!"
"It seems someone has recited a legendary poem!"
"..."
The burly man then gazed blankly at the woman seated with dignity in the thatched cottage and paid his respects, saying, "Miss Zijun, I have the honor of meeting you!!"
The woman known as Zijun nodded at him, her face lit with a gentle smile.
The middle-aged man gently stroked his beard, looking toward the disciple who had entered, and nodded before speaking, "I have already sensed it, but I do not know if the person who wrote this timeless poem is from our South Wind Ancient Country!"
"Er Lu, go and find out!"
"Such talent, rare in a century, I plan to guide personally."
The burly man quickly nodded and turned to leave.
