"Yeah, right now this Chu Mo has offended Yu Wenchuan. Even if his poetic talents are extraordinary, what does it matter? It's still a dead end for him." The other two nodded, feeling a slight sense of balance in their hearts.
The admiration they felt for Chu Mo was another matter, but if Chu Mo really existed, then all of them would become a joke.
Their poetry skills compared to Chu Mo's were like child's play!
If Chu Mo continued to exist, then they could only forever live in his shadow.
"Hmph! He is indeed somewhat capable, but what good is a bit of literary talent? Without real mastery and methods, it's still a dead end." Yu Wenchuan looked deeply at Chu Mo, muttering to himself.
"I've passed this stage, haven't I?" Chu Mo smiled faintly and looked at the judging elder.
"Yes... yes, of course, you have." The judging elder, still somewhat in shock, responded with delight.
"Then let's proceed to the seventh stage!" Chu Mo smiled and walked forward.
