"May I ask which Immortal Mountain that is across from here, and could any brother inform me?" Tang Feng turned and asked with a smile.
"Immortal Furnace Peak, legend has it that it's where an ancient Pill Master placed his elixir furnace." A literate man kindly responded.
"Thank you, brother. Everyone, I have a poem, please listen, 'Sunlight bathes the Immortal Furnace, producing purple smoke; from afar, the waterfall seems to hang before the river, plummeting three thousand feet straight down, as if the Milky Way had fallen from the ninth heaven.'
The recitation left the crowd in a profound silence.
Tang Feng felt a bit awkward, wondering if he had somehow made a mistake. Were poems from the Mortal World of any use in the Immortal Realm? For the moment, he couldn't figure out what was happening.
Hum!
