"No wonder he was called Li Taibai, the Poetic Sword Immortal. This literary talent... it was simply unmatched!"
"But what did 'Heaven gave me talents, they must be of use; though a thousand gold is scattered, it will return again' mean?"
"Did he have to spend money to kill Ghost Corpse Slaves?"
Feng Qi, the Second Hall Master of Cloud Mountain Hall, unexpectedly revealed his nature as a contrarian and muttered such a line to himself.
The moment the words left his mouth, he regretted them.
Subconsciously, he turned to look at the people behind him, only to discover that nearly everyone was staring at him with contemptuous eyes.
Feng Qi nearly spat out a mouthful of old blood.
Heaven and earth bore witness!
I really didn't mean that I was jealous of his literary talent!
"Stop the nonsense. Elder Li and the others have already charged in. We can't waste any more time either, or we won't be able to explain ourselves to Elder Li after the battle," Zhang Hong said in time, defusing the awkwardness.
Feng Qi cast him a grateful glance.
Then he was the first to charge out.
He would rather fight a hearty, exhilarating battle than continue facing those people's gazes.
But how could they possibly know that Qin Shaofeng had any literary talent at all?
From the moment he chose this identity to that poem just now, everything had been plagiarized!
If this had been on Earth, he would probably have been cursed to death.
Unfortunately, no one in the Cangming Realm could possibly know about his plagiarism, much less possess literary talent that surpassed the Poetic Immortal of old.
Swish! Swish! Swish!
Alone with a sword, Qin Shaofeng was like a true war god incarnate.
In only a few brief instants, he had