"Agreed?"
Xu Yi studied Lord Jiuhuang with a thoughtful look. "From what you're saying, Lord Jiuhuang, you seem unwilling to accept the outcome. Is there something else you're getting at?"
Jiuhuang scoffed. "You know perfectly well what's going on, Dragon Lord. I'd heard you were rather fond of those singsong human plays, but I never expected you to be such a skilled actor yourself."
By now, Jiuhuang's thinking had gradually converged with Tu Min's.
He, too, had become convinced that the whole spectacle unfolding before them had been orchestrated behind the scenes by Dragon Lord.
Dragon Jingxiu must have come up with the topic long ago, and Xu Yi's so-called poem had surely been prepared in advance as well.
Otherwise, how could anyone in the world possess such astonishing talent, composing a poem so shocking in such a short time?
After Jiuhuang finished his challenge, Long Jingxiu showed no reaction. Her beautiful eyes had already gone unfocused.
Xu Yi raised his voice. "So Lord Jiuhuang is looking to argue over words again. What a shame—I've lost interest. Still, Lord Jiuhuang did admit defeat, and that's good enough."
Jiuhuang snorted and said no more, bitterly regretting that for all his careful calculations, he had failed to anticipate that Long Jingxiu would resort to such a despicable tactic.
Tu Min chuckled and clapped lightly. "Well, well. I never would have guessed that Wuwei Prefecture had someone like you. Pingding, how could you have failed to report such talent sooner? I'll note your negligence for now. But if such an outstanding person were to be buried in my Wuwei Demon Mansion, that would truly be a fault of mine as its lord. Ha ha..."
If Xu Yi had put on this spectacle merely out of righteous indignation, Tu Min could have endured it.