Darryl noticed that Simon was finding fault with him.
Jewel added. “That’s right. Anyway, you lost to Mister who’s much more talented than you!”
“You!”
Simon felt a wealth of emotions in his heart which was seething with anger and upset. He was speechless for a while as his body shivered in fury which caused him to almost spew out blood.
Everyone around frowned.
‘That kid is ballsy.’
‘There isn’t a need for him to mock Elder Crescent even if he’d beaten Elder Crescent…’
Darryl kept a straight face as he wore a faint smile and remained silent.
Truth be told, Darryl never wanted to put Simon down but it was Simon who had never missed an opportunity to find fault with Darryl. In that case, how could Darryl pretend as though nothing happened?
Debra gently raised her hand and the hall suddenly became quiet.
Debra too felt that Darryl was a little too conceited.
Even if he had just won first place in the Poetry League, she thought Darryl ought to be humble.
“What is the poem that won you first place in the Poetry League? Do you mind sharing it with me?” Debra asked.
Darryl smiled faintly and responded, “I shall chant it out loud since the Sect Master wants to hear it.”
Darryl cleared his throat and sauntered around. He even struck a pose by clasping his hands behind his back before slowly shaking his head and recited.
“Over old trees wreathed with ancient vines and flying evening crows.
“Under a small bridge at a nearby cottage, a stream flows.
“On an ancient road in the west wind, a lean horse goes.
“Westward the setting sun goes.
“Far from home was the heartbroken one! ”
After reciting the poem, Darryl looked at Debra with a smile. “What do you think of this poem?”
This… This poem…
Debra’s red lips parted slightly as she repeated softly.
“Over old trees wreathed with ancient vines and flying evening crows.
“Under a small bridge at a nearby cottage, a stream flows.”
It was written all over her beautiful face that she was so engrossed in the poem! Ancient vines, old trees, crows, small bridges, stream flows… All of those were simple vocabularies on their own, but they gave such a profound artistic conception when combined.
The last sentence—‘Far from home was the heartbroken one!’—was saddening.
Brilliant poem!
A peerless creation!
Debra trembled as she shot Darryl a couple of interesting glances.