There was nothing wrong with Mo Bai's question.
In fact, it was something many people wanted to clarify.
Just because someone said a poem was written by you didn't mean it really was.
If it had been some established poetry master, there would have been no issue. But if it was a young person in his twenties, then honestly, it really did seem somewhat unbelievable. Such suspicion was perfectly normal.
Ye Tianyi smiled and said, "Yeah. What, Brother Mo? Do you think I don't have that kind of literary talent?"
"Hahaha."
Mo Bai smiled, then said, "No, no, no. I was merely asking. These two poems are of an exceptionally high standard. They even drew repeated praise from Master Wuxin. I simply found it especially impressive that Brother Ye could compose such poetry."
Ye Tianyi said, "Poetry and prose aren't exactly difficult things."
After saying that, Ye Tianyi shrugged.
Everyone: "..."
This??
Was this arrogance, blind conceit, or... was he truly that capable?
"Hahaha."
Master Wuxin smiled and said, "Little Brother Ye, are you saying that you're a genius in this field?"
Ye Tianyi said, "I honestly feel that I might not be particularly strong in other areas—medical skills, cultivation talent, and so on. But when it comes to poetry and prose, I don't know why, but ever since I was little, I've inexplicably had a special talent for it. If you're talking about literary talent, I don't think I have much of that either. My handwriting is terrible. I just somehow have a sensitivity and intuitive understanding of words."
"Perhaps this is what it means to be exceptionally gifted?"
A strong expert said.
"Yeah, some things really are innate. You have to admit that. In that case, could it be that before long, the Emperor Lord might directly enter