Liu Xi stood on the solitary boat, as if the scene before her eyes was changing.
The quiet lake was bathed in moonlight, rippling under the cries of crows. Many maple trees lined the shore, and in the middle of the lake, a small boat floated silently, a candle flickering on board.
Not far away was a temple, its bell tolls drifting melodically amid the scenic beauty.
"Amazing!"
After coming to her senses, Liu Xi couldn't hold back and instinctively praised it.
The crowd on the shore soon echoed her approving exclamations. Everyone was praising the poetry, its sublime tranquility captivating all who were present.
A flicker of astonishment passed through Ao Cheng's eyes. Being illiterate, he had no understanding of these verses, but judging from the responses of the people around him and the sacred woman, this poem must be of a remarkable caliber!
Astonished, Ao Cheng could not help but glance at Jiang Xiaobai, shocked beyond measure.
