It must be said that upon Feng Yi's arrival, numerous talents present were immediately overshadowed. Perhaps among these masters of Ancient Martial Arts, each one was a high-flying genius, but when standing on the world stage, in comparison to Feng Yi, to Kexiao, and to those epic figures who often appear in news columns or textbooks, their brilliance was completely stolen away.

The protectors seated second to the Jade Clear Sect were quite pleased to see Feng Yi; after all, their understanding of him had been limited to rumor, without true contact. Although they had encountered him a few times, it had always been as adversaries; now, however, they invited him sincerely as an honored guest, and should rightly host him well.

"Please offer General Feng a seat."

Wu Tian, of course, did not neglect his duties, quickly signaling his disciples to set up the banquet. The seats were arranged beside his own, and in no time, Feng Yi had taken his seat.

As the saying goes, "When in Rome, do as the Romans do." Yet, there was no denying that the old-fashioned meeting unique to the hidden sects was somewhat difficult for Feng Yi to adapt to, especially in conversation. For instance, the ordinary way to refer to a beautiful woman was quite different from the respectful way the hidden sects addressed them as "miss."

Wu Tian understood that Tianyin Sect was willing to make concessions solely considering the weight of Feng Yi's words and his stance. They did not want to oppose Feng Yi, nor did they truly care about the Jade Clear Sect. He was about to speak when suddenly Tianyin Sect could not hold back any longer. Qing Yin said, "Miss Mengdie truly has a celestial beauty, like a divine painting. Yet it's a pity that the chief beauty here is skill and talent. It baffles us why the miss is hesitant to speak, which inevitably dampens the spirits of everyone here."

Qing Yin's words were reasonable and righteous, and at that moment, Wu Tian found it inappropriate to interject. Feng Yi was reluctantly trying to say something when suddenly a voice like the sound of heaven resonantly pierced his heart, "In silence spirits converse, thoughts form into a book within the heart. If one's beauty enchants the world, why need words disrupt its fragrance?"

Mengdie's eyebrows arched like autumn waters, her heart clear as glass. Seeming to notice Qing Yin's challenging intent, her eyes opened and closed, her lips unmoving, yet a subtle ethereal sound subtly spread throughout the room, ethereal as if it were singing…

Even Feng Yi had not expected her to actually speak—let alone so beautifully. The sound was enchanting, like a melody from heaven. Feng Yi was also slightly stunned. Wait…weren't we told she would not speak?

This deeply meaningful reply left everyone silent for several seconds…yet, it also made sense. Must poetry always be spoken aloud? The last two lines silenced everyone—beauty was enough, why pick at flaws?

Wu Tian spoke solemnly, "Butterfly, do not be discourteous. At this grand assembly of chiefs, why not compose a poem on the theme of 'chief' to enhance our enjoyment?"

Upon hearing this, Mengdie slightly opened her eyes. Fortunately, not too hurriedly, she extended her index finger and turned her hand upwards. At the position of her fingertip, it seemed as if light flowed, supremely beautiful.

This was the Butterfly Dance Jade Handprint. Feng Yi had seen Mengdie use it several times when they sparred, and it was quite profound.

With her jade finger gently dancing, the void suddenly congealed into a butterfly pattern—ice butterflies actually began to flutter their wings…At this moment, Mengdie formed a seal with one hand, her movements gentle yet not losing aesthetic grace. As the seal continued to form, her entire being ultimately transformed into numerous ice butterflies that scattered into the void. The ice butterflies finally formed a poem of startling brilliance.

'Words unspoken, thoughts unheard, the mind oblivious, thoughts take form. With dawn and dusk hard to follow, the worldly illusion fades like windblown blossoms... A festive age intoxicates many, this autumn the swallows shall head south, years pass like songs of parting sadness, four years gather chiefs together.'

What a line—'four years gather chiefs together.' This final line captured not only the connotation of hidden sects gathering but also contained a double entendre regarding the battle of the chiefs.

As for the earlier lines, they were quite poetic. Yet, initially, Mengdie seemed to express a personal mood, especially with the lines about difficult watchfulness and sorrowful parting. Was it hinting at the various hidden sects difficult to oversee in the chief battles, or was it referring to someone else? Whom was she sorrowing for?

Feng Yi didn't ponder too far ahead; however, he pretended to be engrossed, chin in hand, relishing the poem, but truthfully, his face flushed with embarrassment…When he recalled how he once boasted about being well-read, promising not to deceive little fans—all these embarrassing incidents, he just—

Simply put, compared to her poetic idiom and talent, could his simple rhymes even be called poetry, worthy of a grand hall? At this moment, even Ya Ru was quite embarrassed, grateful she had left early, otherwise, who knew how she would have lost face.

The initial silence didn't last long before an elder with white hair from Yanhuang Soul broke the silence, clapping and praising, "Good, good poetry!"

Soon everybody was clapping and cheering, all immersed in the beautiful rhythm of the poetry...

Feng Yi could tell that the praise towards him was half perfunctory, half polite, yet the praise towards the little sister was sincere. At least, to ask him to compose poetry from a specific word or phrase was bound to be a flop.

A disciple named Shu Ke from the Holy Hall, scratching his head after thinking for a long time, still couldn't grasp the subtleties of the Huaxia poetry and naively asked Bishop Forbes from Red Cloak, "Bishop, I don't understand this lady's poetry."

The Bishop forced a smile. Coming from the West, he only grasped the general meanings and was himself confused by the details, so he could only vaguely affirm that the first sentence essentially meant silence not disturbing thoughts and the last sentence referred to a reunion of chiefs after four years. As for the intermediates of wind, snow, autumn, east, he simply advised Shu Ke to appreciate them slowly and carefully.

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