She stole a glance at Han Muye beside her. He had a calm expression.
They turned around and saw two Confucianists standing behind them.
One of them was thin and fair. It was obvious that it was a woman wearing a green Confucian robe.
The other was taller and had spirit in his eyes. The Great Spirit surged from his body. It was obvious that his cultivation in Confucianism was not weak.
"I'm Baili Tongyun, and I'm composing poems here with a few of my classmates. We can't tell who's better at the moment, so we want to ask the two of you to be the judges."
The thin scholar cupped her hands at Han Muye and Mu Wan.
Evaluate poems?
Mu Wan smiled and shook her head. She turned to look at Han Muye. "Senior Brother, I really can't do this. Can you do it?"
Can I do it?
Can a man say no?
Han Muye laughed and said, "Junior Sister, do you think I can do it?"
