In the Ghost Market, Chen Xu stood at one end of the street.
Watching Ji Weizi at the other end, his lips not moving, yet his voice, like a thin thread, traveled dozens of zhang away and reached his ear.
Ji Weizi taught him a technique, saying, "You possess extraordinary poetic talent, so you must write remarkable poetry in the exam hall, attracting the azure qi to arise naturally.
With the technique I taught, your Upper Dantian will open naturally.
At that time, your Literary Qi will manifest, and even if the chief examiner had never known you before, he would not dare to overlook you during the evaluation."
Upon saying this, Ji Weizi laughed heartily.
As if recalling some amusing story from the past.
"The swift wind drifts the white sun, time races to the west." he sang with fervor, "The prime will never return, a hundred years passes swiftly..."
