The moment he heard this poem, he was immediately stupefied.
As he repeated the poem in his mouth, savouring it, the more he reflected, the more he felt that it was truly… it was truly a verse that would echo throughout the ages.
Wen Shumo knew himself well enough to realize that even if he spent his whole life reciting poems, he would probably never be able to compose such four lines
When he heard the crowd exclaiming in a messy manner about how awesome it was, he instantly grew angry.
"Do you know what poetry is, you're all just shouting 'awesome.' Can't you say something eloquent? What's with this disrespect, what's with this disrespect!"
The assassins all froze on the spot.
What eloquence do we possess?
Could we have any eloquence?
If we were capable of eloquence, wouldn't we have become officials already instead of being assassins? Is this guy out of his mind?
Someone bluntly asked, "Who are you? Sticking your nose up high, who do you think you are?"
