"Oh, not at all, none of these are my works. I'm merely presenting borrowed flowers to the deities."
You Su appeared quite humble. "If the Patriarch doesn't mind, I do have a few more poems with similar sentiments."
"There are even more?"
He Mingpei's eyes lit up as if he was seeing a kindred spirit.
Despite being such a prestigious elder, he personally poured a full cup of tea for You Su, not even allowing He Kongyue to take over.
You Su was both flattered and surprised. Under He Kongyue's guidance, he refrained from reciting all his reserved poems, sharing just two more, as one shouldn't indulge too much in such spiritual nourishment.
The elder shook his head repeatedly, savoring them with endless reminiscence, feeling a deep empathy, as if they voiced the bitterness in his heart.
This interaction won You Su considerable favor from the elder.
