"Is it snowing?"
The "Exiled Immortal" had changed into a wide-sleeved ink-washed Daoist robe today, with billowing garments and his black hair hanging down. He carried a Mo Blade at his waist, resting one hand on the scabbard, looking up into the sky, truly portraying a graceful and handsome figure that seemed to pierce the heavens.
"This scene reminds me of the time when I left Yumen Pass to travel south to the Central Plains. It stirs up my poetic inspiration, and I wish to compose a poem..."
The words sparked a gleam in Yun Qi and Yun Qiuce's eyes, both of them clenching their little fists, eagerly expecting the master to recite poetry.
Vice Director Liu pushed the door open and exclaimed excitedly, "Master, you've helped us with a huge problem. We want to treat you to a meal!"
The "Exiled Immortal" turned back, "Wait a moment, I want to compose a poem..."
"What's so important about composing poetry, eating is more important!"
