Mount Lu.
At this moment, the scene was eerily silent.
However, it was He Qinghuan from the panel of judges who first broke the silence.
His face suddenly flushed with a wave of excitement as he burst into laughter and exclaimed, "What a poem! With such talent, why shouldn't he serve as a judge!"
A roc rises with the wind in a single day,
Soaring to the ninety-thousand-mile-high sky!
What youthful spirit, what unbridled arrogance!
He Qinghuan was no fool; he had indeed tasted the true essence of the poem.
Hua Weiming's sudden aggression surely stemmed from deeper causes.
Today's literary grand event had already been tainted with controversy before it even began.
He Qinghuan was one of the Qin people, hence unwilling to remain silent. He wanted to speak up for Xian Yu, and moreover, he sincerely felt that this poem was exquisitely conceived, fitting the current situation perfectly and expressing Xian Yu's feelings!
After that,
Across various pavilions,
An uproar ensued.
