"Good poem! Good words!" the four ladies praised together. They all then read the poem silently, imagining the beauty of the description within the poem. It was like the hibiscus out of fresh water, a naturally formed art of the world. It reached perfection and was beautifully crafted.
However, that lady looked towards how Ling Tian engraved his name and a tinge of disappointment could be seen in her eyes. She could not help but ask, "Can I ask young noble what these words ‘Teary Dreams of Worldly Affairs’ means?" What she meant was: Why don’t you write your real name but leave behind a weird line of words.
