"I admit defeat!"
Elder Huan Kong painfully covered his eyes. They had admitted defeat!
No, that's not right. Poetry was all they lost at, the round of word compositions was still to come.
It wasn't that Thousand Caves Door couldn't afford to lose; poetry and word compositions were meant to be competed in separately. It's like calligraphy and painting—although everyone talks about them together, in the end, they are judged separately.
Though poetry and word compositions are more closely related than calligraphy and painting, with most poets likely able to compose words at a comparable level, there are still differences. There was still a chance in the coming word composition round.
He hurriedly looked at a Cave Master and transmitted a message discreetly, "Cave Master Shi, there are still word compositions left to compete in."
