Chen Xu, with his keen ears, naturally had already heard all the various conversations in the first-floor lobby.
He had not expected that the Great Li's Splendor Record would spread so swiftly; he had just received the news in the afternoon, and by the evening, many people in the restaurant and similar places were already clearly aware of it.
Suddenly, a thought struck Chen Xu. He felt that the Sea of Literature, which had been calm for a while, seemed to have stirred slightly.
At the same time, the inkstone, which traversed the vast Sea of Literature like a small boat, also seemed to have grown slightly without him noticing.
The inkstone silently grew larger, and the Ink Pool invisibly deepened.
At first glance, the literary Qi in the Ink Pool had not increased, but in reality, its reserves had grown considerably.
The translucent Wu Hook floating above the inkstone also became more solid by several degrees.
