Nezha looked at Fu Xi's exceptionally conflicted face and emphasized again, "It wasn't me who wrote it; it was my friend, Li Bai..."
Before Nezha could finish speaking, Fu Xi interrupted, "Ah, right, right, right—quickly ask your friend to write another one!"
Although the last one mentioned the Phoenix Clan, the poem itself was such a good piece that it managed to hook this Cultured Dragon's addiction.
"If my friend writes another poem, Senior won't break his promise, will he?"
Fu Xi fiercely fanned himself twice with his folded fan and said, "I am one of the Nine Sons of Ancestor Dragon, the Dragon Clan's second most popular and most talented dragon—how could I deceive you?"
"On Phoenix Platform, Phoenix flies,
Phoenix gone, Platform empty, rivers flow by.
Flowers and paths at Wu Palace buried and dim,
Jin Dynasty robes now relics thin.
Half of Three Mountains vanish beyond heaven's sight,
Two rivers split apart Bailu Island's might.
