Seeing the faintly nervous look on Chen Changan's face, Yue Zhirou couldn't help finding it amusing.
Not so cocky now? Finally scared?
Mu Yunyao, standing nearby, also found it quite amusing. The only thing that had ever made Chen Changan nervous was probably this.
Back in the Great Profound Realm, however, Mu Yunyao had once forced Chen Changan to learn a little about this sort of thing.
After all, Chen Changan had never been able to cultivate. If he learned more about literature, perhaps he could at least make a living from it someday.
But his literary knowledge was only so-so. Ever since he was driven away, Chen Changan had never touched any of this again.
"Chen Changan, you're the one best qualified to judge the state of the literary world."
"After all, it was your father who brought it to its peak."
"He represents the highest standard."
"To revive the literary world, all you have to do is surpass your father."
Hearing Yue Zhirou, Chen Changan helplessly shook his head. He had barely even seen his father, and had learned that he was the Sage of Literature from other people. How was he supposed to know how good his father was?
That old bastard—why had he gone and made such a big name for himself? All those titles and accolades were just putting pressure on him!
"Chen Changan, don't underestimate the literary world."
"If you can revive it, you'll surely become the supreme sage of literature."
"That will bring you nothing but benefits."
"You should know that those who enter the Dao through literature are all terrifying!" Yue Zhirou reminded him with a serious expression.
Chen Changan glanced at Yue Zhirou, puzzled. Why was she telling him this?
Was she hoping he'd dominate the literary world and bring all