A teahouse in Liangjiang Commandery.
"The sea reaches its end with the sky as its shore; the mountain reaches its peak with me as its summit.
"Like the sun rising again from the eastern hills, the great roc spreads its wings—"
CLACK!
"—only to resent the sky for being too low!"
A storyteller, his expression solemn and his voice resonant, gently set down his wooden gavel on the table.
This single poem alone was enough to make everyone repeatedly raise their heads. In an instant, all eyes converged on the old man.
The storyteller's tone abruptly turned indignant, his eyes wide with righteous fury. "Ladies and gentlemen! Princess Wencheng of Jiang Country used this poem, 'Emerging from Antiquity,' to make a wild claim! She arrogantly declared that this solitary poem could suppress the scholars of our Holy Dynasty's Jiangnan for thirty years!"
Having said this, he slightly raised his eyelids, carefully observing the audience's reactions.
Sure enough, the entire crowd erupted.
