Ning Zhuo's expression was one of surprise.
It was his first time being celebrated with a poem in public.
"This truly is a special gift of congratulations, many thanks Brother Bai...eh?" Ning Zhuo's gratitude was interrupted.
His mind was touched, and he suddenly discovered a connection between himself and the poem.
Next, the poem emitted a mystical light that reflected on Ning Zhuo's body.
Everyone present witnessed this scene and was moved.
At that moment, Ning Zhuo heard a clear dragon's roar.
Soon, a strand of golden light emanated from within him. Initially, the light was faint, almost imperceptible, like the predawn white on the horizon.
But quickly, the golden light surged, bursting forth from every inch of Ning Zhuo's skin and every pore, engulfing him in a warm, blinding brilliance.
The entire room was illuminated.
