The people below erupted in uproar as well, cries of alarm ringing out one after another...
"This does not follow poetic meter. How could something like this come from the hand of a dignified Poetic Dao Grandmaster?" someone said.
"This is not poetry! But this is a poetry and prose platform; no one said it had to be poetry. Perhaps he is writing prose."
"Exactly. How could a dignified Poetic Dao Grandmaster fail to understand meter? How could he make such a low-level mistake under these circumstances?"
"Keep watching..."
The next five lines flowed forth in one sweep...
"I once recalled the place where we parted,
Now mountains lie far and rivers stretch long,
A heartful of sorrow sheds its faded rouge,
Youth flows westward like water,
After our parting, it fills the eastern wall."
A soft sound rang out in the sky, like flowing water coursing eastward. Seven-colored Literary Wave filled heaven and earth, unfolding a peerlessly exquisite painting high above the nine heavens.
"Seven-colored Literary Wave!" the entire venue cried out.
"Original work, first composition!"
"Though this poem does not conform to meter, its upper and lower lines connect, its lengths balance perfectly, and it is exceptionally marvelous. This is a brand-new literary form!"
"Heavens, today we are actually witnessing the birth of an entirely new literary form?"
"That is what I said. At such a high-end occasion, without something different, how could the splendor of high-end literati possibly be fully displayed..."
The moment those words were spoken, someone nearby mocked him. "Brother, that is rather double-standard of you. Was Grandmaster Lin's flute not a new gateway in the Music Dao? Why did you reject it? Yet when this person opens a new literary path, you heap him with praise instead."
"There is a fundamental difference. A flute