Xu Yi met Jiuhuang's pressing gaze. "Since you're so eager to lose, I've nothing to say. Old Hu, set the topic."
His composure, in Jiuhuang's eyes, was naturally just another sign that he was putting on a brave front.
Jiuhuang regarded him with an amused smile. "Then I invite Lord Hu to set the topic. I suggest, Mr. Hu, that you make it as obscure as possible, so certain people won't have had the answer ready beforehand."
Hu Chunyou waved a hand with an amused air. "An obscure topic would be bullying this little demon. Let's use Autumn River Snowy Night again. The two of you may write whatever you like—poetry, lyrics, songs, or rhapsodies."
As soon as Hu Chunyou finished speaking, the entire hall fell silent.
Jiuhuang's mouth had opened to speak, but no sound came out. Even if he had racked his brains, he never would have guessed that Hu Chunyou would set such a topic.
Long Jingxiu's pretty face was frosty as she sneered, "For a dignified Poetry Master to parrot someone else's work like this is hardly proper."
She didn't know how Xu Yi had produced that piece, Autumn River Snowy Night, but she knew that whether he had written it himself or plagiarized it, writing another one on the same topic would be exceedingly difficult.
"Lord Long, you're mistaken. I think Mr. Hu has set a brilliant topic. This Lord Xu, the demon magistrate, claims to possess heaven-shaking talent. If he can produce another Autumn River Snowy Night that leaves us speechless, then we'll truly have nothing more to say. Likewise, no one will ever again suspect that someone else wrote the first Autumn River Snowy Night."
Tu Min spoke with a smile.
At his words, Feng Jiu and Jiuhuang immediately understood and voiced their