Golden Armors Will Be Everywhere
Translator: Noodletown Translations Editor: Noodletown Translations
"Yes. If you have any elders who want to visit, invite them along," Hao Ren answered.
"Ok!" Xu Ke nodded and took out his writing from his bag before handing it to two club members who had carried a ladder over.
Then, they hung Xu Ke's work on the wall.
[It will be the Eighth of September when the wind blows in the autumn, and the chrysanthemums are going to blossom while all other flowers are dead. Fragrance rushed into the sky of Chang'an City, and golden armors will be everywhere.]
Written on a wide scroll, Xu Ke's characters were as big as two fists, and the word 'dead' stood out aggressively.
The poem was said to be written by Huan Chao, an ancient rebel leader, and the words seemed matching for the Autumn after the Moon Festival.
However, with Xu Ke's identity as a metal-elemental dragon, the poem seemed to have a hidden meaning. The young dragon cultivators changed their expressions when they saw Xu Ke's work.