All the people in the room looked at Wang Wei with speechless looks. Their faces seemed to ask why you admitted this poem was not yours. The creator was long dead; just take the credit. Didn't you see that you moved the Goddess, so this is the perfect opportunity to impress her?
However, Wang Wei ignored these looks, as most of these people did not dare to say anything about his actions. Of course, that did not go for everyone.
"Hmmph," snorted Ji Song. "If you cannot create an artistic piece of your own, then you should remain silent."
Wang Wei then looked at him with a smile, "Unlike you people, I am not a little puppy that wags his tail in front of his owner to attract their attention. Between Heaven and Earth, I have nothing to prove to anyone or anything."
