"Hmph! Maybe this poem was written in advance and just happened to hit the title!"

"Young people who don't even dare to tell you their names, don't be too arrogant!"

"..."

In the lake and on the lake shore, countless scoldings and curses instantly joined together and rushed straight to the pavilion.

But in the face of all this, the latter remained unmoved, with a vague sneer hanging from the corner of his mouth.

People who often quarrel know that this kind of silent person is the most difficult to deal with. The more you scold him, the more angry you become.

So after more than ten breaths, the monstrous scolding finally stopped.

"..."

The man in black robe just shook his head gently and said calmly:

"Dali, Kuixing Academy, Shen Ran."

"I came here to ask the Daning Poet Saint for advice on a poem."

Shen Ran?

Everyone was at a loss after hearing this, and they couldn't remember where this famous figure in Dali's literary world came from.

Only Wei Changtian, who had been watching the excitement before, now showed an expression of extreme astonishment.

The reason why he was shocked was of course not because of the collective sense of honor of Daning people, but because...
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