Everyone looked at Chen Changan with excitement, exhilaration, and a trace of nervousness.
Compared with everyone else, to them Chen Changan was simply the son of the Lord of the True Realm and the Young Master of the Imperial Pavilion.
His status was noble and mysterious, but that did not mean much to them.
They were simply excited to see a descendant of that legendary, unreachable figure.
But to those literati and refined guests, Chen Changan's appearance carried a different significance.
The absence of the Lord of the True Realm had not changed anything for the cultivators of the True Realm.
But the Sage of Literature's disappearance had left the literary world dormant for a long time. No one had been able to stir up waves in it.
Now, however, the Son of the Sage of Literature had appeared. Did this mean the literary world would flourish again?
Could it even climb to new heights under the Son of the Sage of Literature's leadership?
Seeing the looks in their eyes, Chen Changan felt speechless. What left him even more at a loss was the Wind Moon Tower's odd habit of blurting out his identity as soon as he arrived.
Chen Changan turned to the person who had just spoken and said, "Who I am doesn't matter. I'm no different from anyone else."
"Let's get to the point. What do we have to do to pass this first floor?"
Hearing Chen Changan's question, the other person smiled. "It's simple. The first floor tests calligraphy."
"If your writing earns the approval of the three of us, you can proceed to the second floor."
Calligraphy?
Was it really that simple?
"We're together. Can we form a team?"
"In other words, if I pass, can I take the other two with me to the