Zhang Xiuling nodded: "This indeed makes sense; I've written it in a pretentious way."
Ma Wu stood at the door, looking at Li Banfeng in surprise.
He had indeed heard rumors that Li Banfeng had guided Zhang Xiuling in her writing.
But Ma Wu never believed it. How many people in Puluo State are qualified to guide Zhang Xiuling?
Indeed, Old Qi was guiding Zhang Xiuling; he wasn't uttering some nonsense, he was genuinely guiding her in terms of writing style and structure.
"Sister Xiuling, are you afraid of our Old Qi, so whatever he says, you listen?" Ma Wu truly couldn't understand the reasoning behind this.
Zhang Xiuling laughed: "What Seventh Master says is reasonable, so naturally, I must listen."
"I don't believe it," Ma Wu shook his head repeatedly, "Speaking of the logic of fists, Old Qi makes it clear; but when it comes to literary logic, is there anyone in Puluo State who speaks clearer than you?"
