A Cultural Void: One Preface to the Pavilion of Prince Teng Stuns Big Honey

Lin Xiu transmigrated to a parallel world in 2010.

He thought he would be living hand to mouth, but then he discovered that the arts and culture in this world were unbelievably lame.

Beneath the setting sun, beside the lake, countless ducks were startled into flight.

Poet: "How beautiful, how beautiful! Ducks soar across the blue sky, the setting sun slips behind the clouds, and jade-green waves ripple across the lake..."

What the hell kind of poem is that?

Lin Xiu: "Rosy clouds and a lone wild duck fly side by side; autumn waters merge with the boundless sky!"

Musician: "The sun comes out, I climb the hillside. When I reach the top, I want to sing..."

Lin Xiu: "In these troubled times, I watch helplessly as war fires spread across my land. Though my rank is low, I dare not forget my country, even if no one knows me..."

Da Mimi: "Lin Xiu, you're so talented. Write me a song!"

Lin Xiu: "Creativity requires inspiration. Let's have a deep discussion tonight."

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.