Once Mu Yun invokes the poems left by the Literary Emperor, I'm afraid Chang Qing won't be able to withstand it.
"Is there still such a thing?"
Upon hearing this, Bo Gu's expression changed slightly, and the reassurance he felt was replaced by concern.
But at this moment, Shu Han beside him remained carefree, laughing out loud.
The two people next to him looked puzzled, turning their heads to him.
Shu Han, with a smile on his face, looked up and laughed:
"Competing in poetry with Chang Qing?"
"Even if the Literary Emperor himself were present, he would bow his head!"
Boom!
Upon these words, Bo Gu and Yin Feng were thunderstruck, their expressions shocked.
They stiffly raised their heads, looking towards the sky, murmuring in disbelief,
"Little Junior Brother's path of Confucianism... to what height has it ascended?"
...
The Confucian path's arena remains intensely fought, while the court lineage retreats successively.
