"What a wonderful poem!" The elder judge was slightly excited, suddenly turning his head to look at a young man beside him, earnestly saying, "Quickly go and tell the young lady this poem."
"Yes!" The young man nodded heavily in agreement.
Slap!
At the same time, Dong Qianjun was practically beside himself with rage, directly slapping Zhang Ji hard across the face: "Worthless."
Zhang Ji covered his cheek, yet dared not show any anger, shivering in fear.
Dong Qianjun wasn't a good person; now that he was enraged, there was a real possibility he might kill Zhang Ji in a fit of anger.
Zhang Ji felt extremely aggrieved.
The main issue was, although he was talented, in front of Chu Mo, he couldn't showcase any of his skills.
Indeed, Zhang Ji wondered if there was anyone in Linlong City or even in the Haotian Empire who could stand shoulder to shoulder with Chu Mo.
