Previously, Liu Zifang, who was speaking, could not keep his face straight, and said snappily, "Of course, of course, Brother Fang has been to the poetry convention, so naturally, he's right. I was just talking nonsense since I can't muster a group to nominate me and can't get to Luzhou."
Fang Jidao suddenly glared, "Our Pavilion Poetry Meeting is clearly fair and open–"
"Enough, enough," Lei Fang hurriedly got up, "In public, there's no need to argue, no need to argue."
"If all you see is dirt, you should wash your eyes! Hmph!" Fang Jidao flicked his sleeve and turned around to continue writing his characters.
Liu Zifang wanted to say something else but suddenly closed his mouth and stared towards the direction of the Catch Moon Building. As he fell silent, everyone else followed his gaze.
The people around, regardless of whether they were participating in the conversation or not, all stood up in unison.
