Lin Yan's brows furrowed tightly, and he felt somewhat astonished by her last remark.
But before he could think more about it, he saw the silver streak of light loop back toward them.
"Oh right, the lines of poetry you gave that little girl are a bit off,"
the girl said with furrowed brows as she rode on her horse, "The great bird takes flight with the wind in a single day, lowering its head in thought of the maiden... It always feels inappropriate. Mr. Lu said I heard it wrong, can you recite it to me again?"
"Ah?" Lin Yan was taken aback, just about to speak.
"Ah what? I sold the Vajra Strong Soul Divine Skill, so if the verses for your niece are wrong, isn't that the same as me accepting counterfeit money?" The girl's brows furrowed even tighter.
"..."
After the experience with the deceptive lantern and counterfeit money, Lin Yan had developed a deep aversion towards such deceit, so he recited both lines of the poem.
