Three days passed before the real Heavenly Conference began.
The young masters who had been embarrassed by Mu Bao Bao had laid low during this ti, but it didn’t seem like they were planning on leaving.
After all, the Heavenly Conference was a once in a lifeti opportunity.
They couldn’t just give it up because of this incident, so they had to endure no matter how embarrassing it was for them.
Even if everyone that they t teased them about what had happened, forcing them to remain inside.
But when the real Heavenly Conference began, they showed themselves again.
That was because unlike before, this Heavenly Conference wasn’t a test of might.
Rather, it was a test of wit.
There were many different things that were being compared by the young geniuses, but it seed that they focused on the main things like chess, playing the zither, and poetry.
There was a spot set up for each of the competitions that were being held, but I was pulled over by the girls to the poetry competition.
It seed that these ancient girls couldn’t resist poetry...or rather, it seed like they were here to make themselves look cultured.
After all, it didn’t seem like either Liu Ao Xue or Mu Bao Bao had any idea of what they were listening to.
They tried to put on faces that made it seem like they were paying attention, but in reality...
If it wasn’t for poking them, they might have actually fallen asleep listening to the poetry.
However, I could tell that the poetry that they composed wasn’t that bad.
It seed that no matter which world it was, there were people with talent. Especially since these were the talented young geniuses of the large sects in the first place.
They would be more skilled than normal people when it ca to things like this.
Though the one thing that I didn’t want to see was that one of the young masters who had surrounded Mu Bao Bao yesterday was performing quite well. It seed like he was quite skilled when it ca to composing poems.
With the way that he recited poems and fanned himself with his fan, it made him seem like a talented young master.
So why would he do sothing like try to force Mu Bao Bao to go with him?
It didn’t seem to make sense at all.
I didn’t have any plans of participating since I didn’t have any talent with poetry. If I were to join in, there was no doubt that I would be making a fool of myself.
After watching for a bit and when it seed like the two girls were about to fall asleep, I said, "Shall we go?"
The two of them acted like they wanted to stay to make it seem like they had been paying attention, but they also quickly nodded in agreent to leaving this place.
We would have left if it wasn’t for a voice that said, "Oh, where are you going?"
I would have ignored this, but this voice ca from the person who was the center of attention. That ant that the mont that this person said this, everyone turned to look at us.
It was the young master who had been composing poems on stage.
The mont that we tried to leave, he had stopped his opponent in the middle of his poem to stop us from leaving.
It seed that he hadn’t forgotten about what had happened yesterday based on the way that he was looking at .
It even seed like he was planning on taking revenge for what happened.
After all, this was a place where force wasn’t needed to show off.
This was a place where one used their wits to put others down and he was soone who was at the top of his field. That could be seen by the way that he had been able to remain on stage the whole ti.
Even the one whose poem had been cut off had a bitter look on his face, but he didn’t do anything about it.
I didn’t say a thing as I turned to leave, but the young master didn’t drop this matter as he suddenly composed a poem.
The poem that he composed was about soone running from battle, which was an indirect jab at about avoiding confronting him. It seed like he really wanted to engage in a poetry competition with him.
However, I knew that there was no point.
It wasn’t because I was confident that I would win, it was because I was confident that I would lose.
As a prodigal young master, when did I ever have ti to study poetry?
Even with the mory of two lives, it wasn’t as if I had any mories about poetry.
If I had read so poetry books in my past life, perhaps I would have been able to crush him with the poems of my hotown, but I was a prodigal young master.
When would I have had the ti to do that?
So the only thing that I could do was ignore this young master provoking .
Or at least that was what I thought until the system said, "Repeat after ."
I was surprised by the system’s sudden comnt, but I didn’t have ti to be surprised for long as the system was already reciting a poem.
Since it was giving a poem, then I just acted as its receptacle and recited that poem.
"From a pot of wine amid the flowers, I drink alone beneath the moonshine without a partner..."
For so reason, this poem almost seed familiar, like I had heard it sowhere before.
It fit perfectly since the young master’s poem had been related to the moon as well.
When I finished, everyone looked at in shock since they never thought that I would be able to co up with a poem like this.
No, even before that...they never thought that I would be able to co up with a poem since I had never shown that side of before.
Of course, that side of didn’t exist.
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