The four scholars present all nodded in agreement, feeling that Meng Yuan's statement made a lot of sense and that the proposal was very constructive.
But no one opened their mouths.
Anyone who could clear a scholar instance surely had adequate historic knowledge, not to mention reciting one line, reciting a dozen poems was nothing to them.
Only… to loudly recite a line of poetry in such a place? And to do it in a righteous and serious manner, full of upright integrity?
Wasn't that a bit too embarrassing?
What was stopping them was not the lack of knowledge but shame!
Meng Yuan couldn't say much more anyway, he had already tried his best to lead them. If he pushed any further, it would be very easy to give himself away and let others realize that he was a shill in this game.
He could only hope that when the real fight started, these players would quickly get into character.