"Kid, if you can compose a poem that this old man approves of, I can write it for you."
Holding the broom, the old man said calmly.
Compose a poem?
Mu Wan looked at Han Muye curiously and expectantly.
Han Muye was amused.
Perhaps this is what the Imperial City Academy is like?
He could not casually compose poems in this place. He was afraid that he would be too embarrassed to go out.
There was a reason why half of the city was filled with purple qi and half of the city was filled with the Great Spirit.
At this moment, Han Muye thought far ahead.
Although the Purple Qi on White Deer Mountain was dense, the Great Spirit was clearly thin because of the difference in foundation.
With only Dongfang Shu holding the fort, it was nothing compared to the Imperial City Academy.
If one didn't go to the Imperial City Academy, one wouldn't know how famous the Imperial City Academy was.
