In the morning sunlight.
Yanling Ghost King saw the boats shuttling at the ferry and heard the rope-pulling shouts of the boatmen. On the side of the road, there was a writing stall, next to which stood a middle-aged man with the appearance of a fallen scholar, holding a book and reciting:
"Three cups betray promise, the Five Peaks become light.
After dizziness and heat, the spirits soar..."
His voice and verses caused the listeners around to become deeply entranced, as a sense of heroism unknowingly surged in their hearts.
Until the scholar finally recited:
"Though dead, the hero's bones are fragrant, not ashamed of world heroes!
Who can write under one's name, gray-haired..."
"Clap clap clap!"
"Good! Good poem—"
The scholar sighed, and before he could finish reciting the last three words of the poem, the crowd was already applauding in excitement.
Some were not only excited but trembled all over.
