Chen Xu gained a lot beneath the Hundred Words Stele.
The stele could surprisingly receive praises, which made Chen Xu think of expanding the ways to earn praises in the future.
The group left the Hundred Words Stele, each carrying a thread of clear light, and strolled towards the mountain.
Along the way, the scenery was pure and beautiful, with flowers and trees intertwined, and strange rocks and pine paths.
People were everywhere, making the journey not lonely. Some scholars were inspired on the spot and recited a poem.
Some whispered, "After attending this literary gathering at Qihai Mountain today, I'll head back home in a couple of days and surely share today's grand occasion with my relatives and neighbors once I'm back.
If I hadn't come to the Prefecture City, how would I have known that a literary gathering could be like this?"
