Chen Yi rose and left. Under normal circumstances, his departure might not have drawn any notice.
But here, at the Guiyun Academy's poetry gathering, many had come to Shu State specifically for the Calligraphy Dao of Chen Yi—the renowned Mr. Qingzhou.
Thus, the moment he left, quite a few people noticed his movements, even in the crowded, spacious courtyard.
This was especially true for Mr. Yue Ming, Mr. Zhuo Ying, and the others on the high platform.
The poetry topic had just been announced, yet Chen Yi, on whom they had pinned such high hopes, wasn't thinking about composing poetry to showcase his Calligraphy Dao. Instead, he walked out with a carefree expression, looking as if he were just out for a stroll.
The two old men looked rather embarrassed.
Mr. Zhuo Ying leaned in closer. "Dean, Qingzhou must have simply gone to relieve himself. When nature calls... It's normal, perfectly normal."
Mr. Yue Ming nodded slightly. "Let's hope so."
