Even Xu Gaotian, who hated Xue An to the core and wished nothing more than to kill him, couldn't help but be momentarily lost in thought, let alone everyone else present.
Whether male or female, old or young, almost everyone stood up to look at the young man in white in the sky.
On stage, Tang Zheng whispered in a shocked tone.
"The Literary Sage's plaque actually chose him willingly. How could this be? Could it be that his literary prowess has reached such a level?"
The little maidservant Tuan'er, however, was overjoyed, almost jumping with excitement.
"Miss, this handsome gentleman is truly impressive!"
Yun Lingxuan gazed distantly at the figure standing in the sky and softly replied.
"Yes, indeed! Very impressive!"
The poem Xue An just recited was an excellent choice, both in terms of concept and wording.
But Yun Lingxuan was more concerned about the unusual phenomena Xue An had triggered.
