Fang Lang was very confident about the poem he wrote.
After all, it was the work of a master poet from the dimension he came from. Although the art of cultivation prevailed in this realm and was held in esteem, both realms still shared a common love for poetry.
Thus, Fang Lang believed the works of master poets from his dimension would shine just as brightly in this one.
The poem Fang Lang wrote that day was not laced with flowery language, but instead contained everyday words. Even so, when strung together, the words produced incredible impact.
In order to show off his talents, Fang Lang had worked hard to dig out the treasures stashed away at the back of his mind.
Fang Lang had never whipped out these poems in class, mainly because he could only use the few poems he memorized before travelling to this dimension. The list shortened every time he used a poem. It was a limited resource that must be rationed.
