Zhou Duoduo was resting her chin in both hands, staring into space. Just as she racked her brains over the rules of composing poetry, a mysterious, low voice suddenly slipped into her mind like a phantom, every word crystal clear:
"Sister Duoduo, would you like to use this Mid-Autumn Festival Gathering to seize first place in the second-round poetry contest and shine brilliantly among all these Heavenly Prodigies?
"That way, you could trample those who usually oppose you underfoot and spread your good name across the entire South Sea Continent.
"When that happens, even Senior Sister Du, the center of everyone's attention, would pale beside you, her fame nowhere near half of yours!"
The voice belonged to Yun Shan. Hidden in the shadows, he was secretly calculating:
What a brilliant plan. I won't have to show my face, and I can obtain the Heaven Mountain Snow Lotus I've dreamed of without raising any eyebrows. Two birds with one stone.
Zhou Duoduo has always been fiercely competitive. Surely she'll gladly agree.
The voice barging into her thoughts without warning startled Zhou Duoduo into a full-body shudder. In her fluster, she shot up from her seat, her wary eyes sweeping the surroundings and her brows tightly knitted as she tried to find its source. Her guarded manner left everyone nearby stunned.
Whispers immediately spread through the gathering, and some wondered:
Could Zhou Duoduo, the notorious bully of Ascension City, actually be going onstage to compose a poem herself?
But on second thought, the idea seemed absurd-with her usual arrogant, overbearing nature and her famously limited literary talents, how could she possibly win against such a gathering of masters?
Everyone knew her as someone who enjoyed bullying wealthy young scions, with every other word out of her mouth being vulgarities like "fuck,"