Sage of Literature was a sacred, inviolable presence in the hearts of every scholar in the True Realm.
You could say their skill was limited; that was because their skill fell short.
But if you said Sage of Literature had no skill, that was tantamount to insulting the entire literary world of the True Realm.
Seeing these scholars glaring at him with furious expressions, Chen Changan merely smiled indifferently.
He knew the True Realm's standards were low, but he still had no clear idea of just how low they were.
So if he could find out what his father's standards had been back then, he would know just how low the literary world of the True Realm really was.
"You don't even know Sage of Literature's peerless Divine Work, and you think you're fit to write poetry?"
"Ridiculous! Sage of Literature's Divine Work is required reading for every scholar, and you don't know even one of his poems?"
"You dare mock Sage of Literature? You truly have no idea what you're talking about."
"Hmph. Don't waste your breath. Just bring out one of Sage of Literature's Divine Works and let this ignorant brat open his eyes."
"Exactly. Let him see for himself, and let him know that Sage of Literature is not someone just anyone can slander."
Seeing their reaction, Chen Changan shook his head in boredom. These scholars had way too much going on in their heads.
Or were they just too fragile? Was it really so hard for them to accept that the literary world fell short?
"Please, everyone, begin. I'm all ears," Chen Changan said with a faint smile.
"Then listen closely!"
"Above, no path to the firmament."
"Below, no gate to the netherworld."
"Of all the heroes of the True Realm,"
"Only one stands unrivaled."
"Listen