But if one gets closer, it can be noticed that it is not an arrogant, aloof dignity, but a tranquil silence and composure. The elderly man possesses both traits simultaneously - the steadfastness that comes with a high position and strength, and the calmness and gentleness instilled from the scholars.
"Lord Sui, please look ahead, there lies the Lu-viewing Platform, the place where this poetry meeting is going to take place. Young people from both literary and martial arts fields of our Bo Wang are all up there. When we see the white herons fly up ahead, it means someone has composed a poem," Zhao Zhang pointed out with a smile. "Generally speaking, eight is a good amount, and ten is perfect. The most would be thirteen, but this is rare, I only saw it once five years ago."
The old man nodded, casting his gaze over with some interest. Just at that moment, a flock of white herons suddenly took flight from the platform, soaring high into the sky.