"Brother Ye, I'm Sikong Po, considered a half-owner here. Your poem just now has profound meaning and perfectly matches the scenery of Han Mei District, so I intend to keep this poem here. How about it, Brother Ye?"
Sikong Po was delighted at heart. The poem would certainly add luster to Han Mei District, so he wished to keep the poem.
"A rough work indeed, not worthy of a refined place. But since Brother Sikong likes it, let's keep it!"
Ye Fan secretly mused, it's a timeless masterpiece from Wang Anshi, a prime minister of the Song dynasty, and naturally so.
"That would be wonderful. Please, Brother Ye, bestow us with the inky treasure!" Sikong Po glanced around, and immediately a young female cultivator brought over the four treasures of study for Ye Fan to wield.
"Well... all right, let me give it a try then!"
