"Of course, Brother Feng. I, Victor, have always been a man of my word. As long as you win, I will write you a poem!"
"Thank you in advance, Brother Victor."
Hearing this, Feng Yangyan grinned as he had achieved his goal.
"Qingxin, that Victor guy, is he a good poet?"
Everyone's eyes were focused on Yan Qingxin.
As a scholar of the Peerless Academy, Feng Yangyan had always been a very proud person. Usually, when it came to Bai Tianjiao, the goddess or even other top-notch experts, he would not even look at them. When had he ever been so respectful to an unknown person?
"Tsk, just so-so."
Yan Qingxin waved her hand indifferently. In her opinion, poetry was just a small aspect, strength was the most important.
"Qingxin, what did Victor write?"