"...Uh."
Hearing Sentience Fu Hua's poem, Red Kite had no idea how to respond. Did the Herrscher of Sentience have to compete with her over even this?
And besides, was this... really a poem?
Fine! Even if it counted as a poem... it could only be called mediocre, nowhere near perfect.
But seeing the expression on Sentience Fu Hua's face practically begging for praise, if she told the truth... Sentience Fu Hua would definitely get angry...
The angry Fu Hua from earlier had punched a house apart. If it happened again...
"Not bad~"
After thinking it over, Red Kite smiled at the Herrscher of Sentience before her and chose to indulge her.
"Hmph~ Of course. I'm Fu Hua—there's nothing I can't do."
Sure enough, hearing even the old antique agree with her, Sentience Fu Hua looked exceedingly smug. She was Fu Hua! There was nothing she couldn't do.
"It's just poetry. I can whip that up with a flick of my hand~~"
"In ancient times, Cao Zhi wrote a poem in seven steps. If you ask me, that's not so impressive! If I wanted to, I could do it in two or three."
Sentience Fu Hua planted one hand on her hip and flicked the other dismissively, clearly looking down on Cao Zhi's seven-step poem. Was writing poetry difficult? Couldn't one just make it up on the spot?
It was only because her former self had never cared about fame. Otherwise, what business would anyone else have had calling themselves the Immortal Poet, Poet god, or Poet Sage?
"..."
Watching Hi Fu lose herself in self-congratulation, Red Kite stared at her with dead-fish eyes. She tossed out one perfunctory compliment, and this girl really ran with it? The Herrscher of Sentience, who had never suffered society's harsh lessons, really deserved