Li Xuan's poem was indeed written on the stele, but the writing left by around a dozen dignitaries on the stele had mostly disappeared without a trace.
"This is---"
The shopkeeper hesitated a bit: "The rule is such; please wait a moment, sir."
He returned to the restaurant in a daze, planning to ask for instruction from the restaurant's manager.
At this point, everyone in the restaurant was stunned, completely baffled. Especially the table next to Li Xuan, they all seemed as if they had just swallowed a fly.
"Did he really leave some writing?"
"Impossible! How old is he and he's only achieved the fifth house level in his cultivation. How could he leave writing on this stele?"
"Ha! If this fellow can leave writing, then this Wuyi Stone must be fake."
"I'll go take a look. Maybe it's real. There was quite a big commotion in the restaurant earlier. It was like an earthquake."
"I'm curious too. What did he write?"
