Zhang Wengu never expected that Shen Zhui could actually write a True God-level Sacred Words poem!
Not long ago, he was mocking Shen Zhui for not even having attended the 33 Heavenly Banquets, thinking that Shen Zhui was merely floundering his way through some poems.
But to his surprise, in the blink of an eye, Shen Zhui had presented a True God-level Sacred Words poem!
Zhang Wengu now felt his face burning, as if someone had furiously slapped him hundreds of times, especially when some people's gaze swept over him. This feeling was even stronger, it was simply unbearable.
"What a poem 'Ode to the General'..." Xu Qingzhi's pupils shrank, he couldn't stop bitter smiling. Compared to Shen Zhui's 'Ode to the General', his 'Night Snow' was lacking by no small margin. Besides, Shen Zhui is a Military Marquis, his frontier fort poetry, compared to their scholars' spring flowers and autumn moon, was even more respectable.
