Ye Chen's eyes lit up immediately, and he said, "You said it yourself!"

Although losing would be unacceptable, Ye Chen believed that losing was impossible.

This is a gamble where you can't lose.

Seven steps, seven poems—it's not that simple.

Even he couldn't do it.

Within those seven steps, he couldn't even recall all seven poems from Green Star.

However, thinking that Du Dafu might try some tricks, Ye Chen added, "Du Dafu, you not only need to write seven poems in seven steps, but each poem must be of excellent quality!"

"Otherwise, if you just throw together a few mediocre pieces to pass off as something decent, wouldn't I be at a huge loss?"

Gu Jian shook his head and laughed, "Ye Xiaofan, you are really judging a gentleman by your own petty standards. How could I, a poet saint, do such a thing?"

"I ask you all to bear witness to this matter. If any song is of lower quality than Ye Xiaofan's 'Love is a Light,' I will admit defeat."

As Gu Jian's voice faded.

Those present were taken aback, and then began to discuss among themselves.

It's unbelievable how confident he is!

Ye Chen's eyes widened in disbelief, followed by a feeling of being insulted.

He interpreted it as meaning that for Du Dafu, surpassing "Love is a Light" was a very easy thing.

Du Dafu didn't take him seriously at all.

It seems that in Du Dafu's eyes, he was just a clown.

Queen Lin Shiyu's eyes grew brighter and brighter.

By this point in the poetry gathering, she had come to greatly admire and worship Du Dafu.

Gu Jian's words were like another blow to her tender heart, making her tremble.

His confidence and composure deeply attracted her.

She herself loves poetry.

They can experience joy through beautiful and moving poems.

If he were to truly compose seven poems in one breath, enough to make him famous throughout the region.

Queen Lin Shiyu was worried that she would not be able to control herself.