Ling Tian smiled, ignoring XiMen Qing completely as he said to Qian ShuiRou, "If that’s the case, this little brother will continue the poem from before," as he said that, he tapped the table lightly with his finger and pondered for a moment before reciting,
"The gentle rain and light fog forms a smiling tower,
With a flower-like spirit but yet gentle like the willows.
My silence doesn’t represent heartlessness,
The spring winds represent my desire and rain represents my worries!"
Qian ShuiRou showed a trace of embarrassment as she turned around. A few grunts could then be heard as the eight tall guards burned in anger, looking as though they wanted to rip Ling Tian to shreds. With a chuckle, Ling Tian ignored them completely.
