「The next day, in the early morning.」
In the small grove north of the Martial Arts Hall, two people were wielding Heaven-piercing Halberds, writing and drawing in the snow.
The deserted grove was indeed a good place to cultivate one's mind and character. Today, Gao Lingwei was writing Lord Su's "Nian Nu Jiao: Remembrance of the Red Cliffs." The moment the first few words, "The great river flows east," appeared, Rong Taotao was absolutely delighted...
Gao Lingwei wrote with elegant ease, and Rong Taotao traced the characters with great satisfaction.
Writing such a bold and heroic poem was truly exhilarating.
'To be honest, I should drag Xia Fangran over here and cultivate his temperament,' Rong Taotao thought. 'He needs to stop being so sarcastic all the time and see what true magnanimity and boldness look like...'
"Hey, kid." A man's voice suddenly came from above.
