Chen Tang cleared his throat lightly and said, "I wrote it, excuse me."
Caught red-handed, he had no choice but to admit it.
Seeing Chen Tang's frankness, Shen Zhiyuan didn't intend to pursue the matter further.
At this moment, a group of young people entered one after another behind them. Including Shen Zhiyuan, there were exactly five men and five women. Each was handsome and extraordinary in demeanor.
"Brother Shen, what's going on?"
A man with a cold expression and chiseled face stepped forward. He glanced at the handwriting on the desk, his face changing slightly, and he questioned Chen Tang sternly, "Did you continue writing this?"
The remaining people also stepped forward, and upon seeing the page of white paper, they all frowned deeply.
"Alas, what a pity."
Another calm-faced man in white shook his head slightly and sighed softly.
Beside him, a burly man carrying a large saber grinned and said, "I, Han Yue, don't understand these scholarly writings."
