'Did Fang Yue really write that poem?'
'Impossible, absolutely impossible!'
'How could a crude martial artist like that possibly write poetry!'
Ever since returning home that day, Liu Chuanzhi had scoured every book in his family's old library but couldn't find the verses he had heard. So, he wrote a letter to Wendong Building, the Mountain Master of the Xiahe County academy.
Wendong Building was a renowned great scholar, famous throughout the entire Shanyang Prefecture.
He was profoundly knowledgeable. In his youth, he had traveled throughout the two capitals and thirteen prefectures of Great Wei, and his experiences far surpassed those of an ordinary person.
If the poem he'd heard from Widow Yu—one that could be considered a masterpiece for the ages—was written by an ancient, then Wendong Building, the academy's Mountain Master, would surely know of it.
But today, the Mountain Master's reply had left Liu Chuanzhi stunned.
