Before the golden stele.
Everyone inexplicably grew tense. What kind of taste did this God of Creation have? They would soon find out!
A moment later, that voice seemingly from on high rang out again. "There is no trace of infatuation between the lines, yet upon closer appreciation, it does express a man's infatuation with a woman. You barely pass!"
Holy crap!
That kind of poem actually passed!
All the scholars stared dumbfounded, feeling as though they truly could no longer understand this world.
If even the God of Creation was this shameless, did that mean the world should take pride in being cheap and vulgar!?
And scholars like them, who had spent years studying hard, could not even be considered true men of culture.
Because they could not write erotic poetry and had utterly failed to grasp the true essence of scholarship.
"Wonderful!"
Ruan Xiaoqi leaped up excitedly. This was the first time he had ever been acknowledged since pursuing scholarship, and it was acknowledgment from the God of Creation! This feeling was simply... incredible!
Undying Xuan Shao, standing behind Wang Hao, wore a frustrated expression. If he could turn back time, he would definitely choose to study properly.
Because he knew that while he had more than enough vulgarity, he lacked the quality of vulgarity. What separated him from Wang Hao and Ruan Xiaoqi was literary cultivation.
Just then, that supreme voice rang out again. "Does anyone else wish to add something? If not, the halo shall belong to this person..."
Everyone's gazes instantly fell upon Wang Hao. In this regard, only Wang Hao seemed capable of overpowering Ruan Xiaoqi. No one else was qualified.
Wang Hao smiled. "Viewed from the side, a ridge; viewed from above, a peak. It is only because I am within this mountain."