“Well, Brother Lu? If you can’t compose anything, there’s no need to force it. Simply admitting it will do.” Seeing “Lu Yang” lost in thought, Yang Changbin gave a cold sneer, convinced that Lu Yang was incapable of producing a poem.6

Meng Jingzhou wanted to compose a poem, but the problem was that he didn’t know how to do that. His creations would only reach the level of doggerels.0

Meng Jingyu gazed pitifully at “Lu Yang”, tugging lightly on his sleeve with great concern. I can tell that Zhong Yi and Yang Changbin are deliberately targeting Lu Yang-gege.0

Luo Wushuang frowned, feeling that Yang Changbin was going a bit overboard.0

“Fine, I’ll write then,” the Everlasting Immortal Fairy said. She retrieved the four treasures of the study from her identity jade tablet, ground the ink, and began writing. In no time, she had completed a ci poem.0

“So fast?” Yang Changbin furrowed his...0