When cultivators used their divine sense to scan the poem, suddenly, they felt like plum blossoms and petals were flying around them as they entered into a strange scene.
They can vividly see a scholar drinking wine, mourning at the passing beauty of a courtesan before him.
" Truly… It's the Intent of Calligraphy."
" To think that young man can encompass his intent in calligraphy. Even in the Western Taoist Temple, such people are rare."
" But 100,000 Mid grade spirit stones for that. Doesn't that sound a bit pricy, no?"
" Who knows? There might be someone who is willing to purchase it."
The girl was shocked when she saw the cultivators who were disdaining earlier now flocking around her like a bird.
" Little girl, Who is that young master?"
" Girl, I will pay 20,000 Mid grade spirit stones. Will you sell it to me?"
" I…I…"
