"Inside Ziwei Pavilion, there’s currently a woman named Su Qingdai who has garnered immense fame," Gu Yiwu slowly explained.
"She is the chief direct disciple of the pavilion, and over the past few years, she has risen quickly. She is considered the genius woman of Ziwei Pavilion, reaching the Perfection Cultivation of the Vast Realm in her twenties, a prodigy seen once in a hundred years in the pavilion’s history. Her cultivation surpasses her peers and teachers, and probably only a few people like Pavilion Master Chen Er have a higher cultivation than her..."
Zhao Rong’s eyes flickered, and then he spoke nonchalantly.
"Brother Yiwu, what kind of dresses does Su Qingdai prefer? Hmm, what color?"
Gu Yiwu was briefly startled, turning his head with a strange expression to glance at the anxious Zhao Rong.
Ziyu, this question...
His peripheral vision couldn’t help but drift towards Zhao Qian’er.
Fairy Qian’er, you’re not going to handle this! It’s almost like he’s hitting on you in your face.
However, what surprised Gu Yiwu even more was that Zhao Qian’er, instead of frowning and interrupting, seemed quite interested in listening along with Zhao Rong, both of them showing a look of exploration.
It seemed more urgent than Zhao Rong.
Uh, was he overthinking it? Is it now normal on the mountains of Wangque Continent to ask what color of dress the fairies prefer? Cough cough, should we go further next, and inquire about the color of their bellybands? And then, even further...
Gu Yiwu was secretly shocked, but on the surface, he coughed once and said sternly, "This question, I just happen to know, cough, I have heard a bit, that Su Qingdai is quite famous around several counties."
"Black, a long dress."
Zhao Rong and Zhao Qian’er looked at each other, nodding as if things were lining up.
Worried about getting it wrong, Zhao Rong asked again, "This Su Qingdai, is it all black?"
"How would I know that?" Gu Yiwu replied, his face stern.
Zhao Rong furrowed his brows to speak, but Gu Yiwu had already coughed and spoken.
"Inside... cough cough. Whether it’s all black or not, probably only Miss Su herself and her future lover would know... Ziyu, why are you asking me, how would I know?"
He was somewhat speechless.
I didn’t expect you, with those thick brows and big eyes, to betray the revolution too, driving so unexpectedly.
Zhao Rong couldn’t help but glance at the honest-looking burly man. Where did this son ask such an in-depth question? Of course, I was asking about the color of her outer garments! As for what color she wears underneath, I have zero interest... but it should be black, too, otherwise my OCD will suffer.
He felt that it wasn’t the old drivers who sped fearlessly that one should fear but the new drivers who suddenly took the wheel.
At that moment, Gu Yiwu pondered and said:
"However, she does wear a completely black dress outside, which is quite easy to identify. Other females from Great Li generally prefer white, and it is said that in the legendary Music Workshop of Great Li, where women gather, each stands out, and when one looks, it’s a sea of fluttering white dresses."
Gu Yiwu nodded and continued:
"Su Qingdai, being so young, is already the foremost among the younger generation in Nanxing County and the surrounding mountains, also well-known far and wide as a stunning fairy, reputed to be a standard Luo Xiu, tall and slim-waisted."
"It is said that she is also the only daughter of the Su family in Nanxing County, one of the top-ranked aristocratic families in the surrounding counties. In terms of family background, sect, cultivation talent, appearance, and fortune, she is top-notch in the Great Li. Su Qingdai is known for her cold, proud demeanor. Peers from around the mountains do not catch her eye, and she holds herself in high esteem, showing no courtesy to men, making her the famous aloof fairy and the dream lover of many men."
At this, Zhao Rong felt a sense of déjà vu, with a recent scene popping into his mind.
No wonder that woman in the black dress had such an imposing manner, walking as if she owned the place, and even her red-clothed maid was so arrogant.
"Oh, a female Daoist Cultivator, twenty years old, Perfection in the Vast Realm?"
Zhao Qian’er smiled lightly.
Zhao Rong glanced at her, knowing the girl wasn’t impressed.
He had heard from Gui that the path of advancement for Sword Cultivators was tougher than for Daoist Cultivators, but they were stronger at the same level. Female cultivators, in the early stages of some realms, tended to fall behind compared to male cultivators.
Therefore, his wife and second wife were truly formidable.
Zhao Rong smiled helplessly, "She’s already very impressive. Alas, comparing oneself with others will only make one envious."
Hearing his self-deprecation, even though knowing it might be a joke, Zhao Qian’er still got anxious.
Her little face serious, her tone confident, she crisply said, "Brother Rong’er, you follow the Confucian way, accumulating knowledge gradually. Perhaps one day, while reading, you might suddenly comprehend and ascend to the level of a Saint."
Zhao Rong nodded, earnestly responding to little Qian’er, "Alright, then one day, Brother Rong’er will try to become a Saint in seven breaths."
Gu Yiwu and others nearby nodded, "Ziyu, do not be discouraged. Our Confucian disciples are gentle and elegant. We do not focus on fighting and killing, but on reasoning and speaking kindly."
Zhao Rong recalled the illustrious deeds of his Mountain Master who he had yet to meet face-to-face and twitched the corner of his mouth.
Sure, talking about reason.
At that moment, Luo Xiu on the stage had finished reviewing all the poetry in the envelopes, and had put them back into their original envelopes.
The previously separate thin and thick stacks of envelopes had now been mixed together.
The audience below caught this scene, directing their gaze accordingly.
Beneath the white sheer fabric, Luo Xiu bit her red lips, raised her soft hand, and delicately picked out one envelope, her lips curving into a smile.
The sight of her radiant smile dazzled many onlookers.
However, most people were closely watching the envelope containing the poem that Luo Xiu had singularly picked out.
She lowered her gaze to look at the envelope for a while, seemingly admiring the name written on it.