"If I were to write an untitled poem like this, I would probably have exhausted most of my talent."

"Just watch. The four talented men—the Kidney Deficiency Prince, the East Lewd, the West Vile, the South Lustful, and the North Debauched—haven't even made a move yet. The second round is sure to be extremely intense!"

"As long as Du Dafu's score drops outside the top three in the second round, everyone will have a chance..."

"good!"

"..."

A series of sounds rang out.

Upon hearing this, Ye Chen was instantly filled with confidence.

Even when the giant pork trotter was offered to him by the King of Peppers, he had no appetite for it.

The Third Prince, Long Jingtian, also revealed a look of determination.

He had underestimated Du Dafu.

Now, he's going to get serious.

After an incense stick had burned, the dozen or so dancing beauties slowly withdrew.

Queen Lin Shiyu announced in a soft, soothing voice.

"The second round of the poetry competition begins. Fellow talented individuals, who would like to go first?"

The talented scholars were immediately eager to try!

The same applies to Ye Chen and Long Jingtian.

But as if they had thought of something, they all looked in the direction where Gu Jian was.

Gu Jian was sitting in a chair.

A beautiful demon cultivator beside him was feeding him spirit fruit, and he was immediately filled with rage.

Ye Chen sneered, "Du Dafu, since you call yourself the Sage of Poetry, how about you start this round?!"

Gu Jian ate the grapes that Feng Yantong had peeled, and accidentally touched her fingers again.

Feng Yantong's body trembled, her perfect face flushed slightly, and her heart pounded wildly.

Gu Jian looked up at Ye Chen and smiled, "Ye Xiaofan, are you sure you want me to go first?"

"If I make the first move in this round, you won't even have the courage to make a move."