Xiao Ruoching stared blankly at this scene, her eyes filled with complex emotions. Though she herself didn't understand poetry, witnessing an even grander spectacle than before elicited a soft sigh.
The master is indeed like this... in every life.
Su Bei was instantly stunned. His heart seemed to stop for a moment. Then, a faint chill crawled up his back, and a cold breeze blew by, filling him with an icy coldness.
He truly had never composed this poem!
From where, then, did Li Zijun know of it?
Perhaps... it was a possibility Su Bei didn't want to accept, yet it was somehow conceivable.
Could she, like him, also come from Blue Star? Only this explanation made sense!
Er Xia watched Su Bei for a long while, noticing he seemed lost in thought. Glancing at the poem appearing in the sky, Er Xia instinctively felt it was incomplete. Below the city walls, the crowd of Confucian scholars also began to discuss:
