AZI: The History Shattering Burial of a Selfish Lunatic Vol 1 to Vol 4

Volume 4 Epilogue - How I Wish to See... Her Face Once More

"Literary feud, poetics as our topic! Whoever fails to continue at where the other leaves off needs to forfeit their rights to bid!"

Hearing this, Mo-laoban blinks her eyes, to which, Long Hua asks—

"What? You afraid?"

"Hmph. Who's afraid of who exactly? You can start!"

Seeing the other side accepting his suggestion, Long Hua smirks on the inside, while thinking—

(In Dao He Palace, every individual is a genius of the arts, not a single one of them is a Chinese cabbage.)

As someone who was a part of this sect that is made up of spirit foxes, Long Hua himself is no exception to this saying.

Drawing in a deep breath of air and exhaling, Long Hua begins with—

"Moonlight graces old haunts."

Poems cannot be considered Mo-laoban's specialty. However, having lived for as long as she has, she has delved into this topic of study—in the hopes of being able to immerse herself in flute music more deeply, by attaching suitable stories to each notable piece she comes across.

"The flames of war—fresh, as it always has."

Placing one hand onto the guard rail, Long Hua returns Mo-laoban's line with—

"The horse drags my rain drenched figure along its back."

Pressing a hand onto the guard rail as well, Mo-laoban replies—

"Sword in hand, I cleave through the battlefield."

"Loyalty not for the emperor."

"But for a deceased."

"..."

Glancing between Long Hua and Mo-laoban, Zhen Qing Huai blinks her emerald-green eyes. She doesn't know what Long Hua's thought process had been like—to challenge Mo-laoban to a literary feud, but for the time being, she decides to go with the flow, and simply enjoy what these two manage to come up with.

Placing his second hand onto the guard rail, Long Hua continues the poem with—

"I—like all others, are born into chaos."

"Within a beginningless story that lacks a fulfilling ending."

"Such... Is what mortals call... Fate."

Placing her second hand onto the guard rail as well, Mo-laoban returns Long Hua's line with—

"As we dance beneath God's eyes."

"Survived, but without meaning."

"Forever marred by wounds that refuse to close."

"..."

Clenching the guard rail tightly with both hands, Long Hua emanates killing intent, and replies with—

"Bleed! Bleed as these wounds must for the body must wither for there to be rest!"

Sensing this killing intent clearly, every person inside the restaurant—regardless of where they are, feels as if there is a cold-blooded serpent coiling around their limbs.

"..."

Not losing to Long Hua's killing intent, Mo-laoban's amber-colored eyes narrow into slits, as she replies—

"A person may live, but their heart... May be long dead!"

Releasing his grip on the guard rail, and straightening his back, Long Hua exhales a breath of air.