The young man of the Pang family sneered. "Sharp-tongued as ever. Fine. If I don't give you a chance, people will laugh at me. You're so confident your writing is unmatched, and you even dragged out the name of that venerable Immortal Sage. All right, then. I'll hear your piece. If you can truly make it so dazzling that golden lotuses spring from the earth and dragons and phoenixes soar, I'll count it as your victory. Otherwise, you can swim home and practice for a few more years."
Things had come to this. If he drove Jia away by force, he'd only embarrass himself. He had to make the kid surnamed Jia lose face before sending him off, or there'd be no way to show what Pang was capable of.
Jiang Yingyue was about to speak, but Jia Junpeng stopped her with a look. Then he said, "Since Brother Pang has given the order, I'll do as he says. As for the rest of you, you're all famous figures in Guang'an. Today's events are sure to spread, so Jia is truly lucky to make a name for himself alongside you all. Brother Pang, please give me a topic."
As he spoke, he began pacing across the deck.
He was indeed clever. He'd already seen through the young man of the Pang family's intentions. If the writing were an exam, the man surnamed Pang was the examiner. If the examiner wasn't satisfied, then no matter how gifted the candidate was, he could forget about getting a high score.
That was why Jia had said the matter would surely get out. He wanted the young man of the Pang family to have second thoughts. After all, someone would eventually be able to judge whether the writing was good or bad. Pang would