"'A great reputation is never unearned?' Little brother, you have such a way with words." Feng San Niang's bold, greedy eyes raked over Tang Wen, from his head to his waist, then from his feet back up.
'This is what passes for literary talent?'
'Well, I suppose there aren't many scholars in this day and age.'
'The cultural decline is staggering.'
"I don't have time today, but why don't you come to the Spring Breeze Once Pavilion tomorrow, little brother? Big sister will be sure to treat you well!" Feng San Niang said, pulling a black silk handkerchief from her bosom and handing it to Tang Wen.
The silk handkerchief was still warm.
'Spring Breeze Once Pavilion.'
'Tomorrow?'
'Damn, she's a Sixth Grade master.'
'Without revealing my true strength, wouldn't visiting you be like walking right into the tiger's maw?'
"Definitely. When I have the chance, I'll definitely go."
"'When you have the chance?' So you can't make it tomorrow?"
