The words were written with grand and beautiful strokes, and they felt elegant and unrestrained.

“Li Taibai!” Suddenly, a man with a sword on his back and a woman appeared by Yang Ye’s side. The man gazed at the writing, “The Sword Immortal, Li Taibai. Supposedly, he wasn’t just fond of the sword, he was fond of poetry and wine too. So, he was also called the Wine Immortal and Poetry Immortal!”

The Wine Immortal! The Poetry Immortal! Yang Ye nodded slightly, and then ...