Cui Qingwu chuckled, covering her mouth. "I would have thought Brother Yunfan would be happy for Chen Yi."
"Happy? Oh, I'm thrilled."
Beside them, Li Huai'gu could understand Chen Yunfan's feelings. He shook his head and said,
"Now that Brother Qingzhou has produced a poem like this, I'm afraid none of us will ever be able to compare."
The sentiment resonated deeply with Chen Yunfan.
By now, most of the people, both on the high platform and below it, had heard what had transpired. All of them had complex feelings about it.
Mr. Yue Ming, however, had lost his earlier composure. He stroked the beard on his chin, exclaiming in admiration,
"A masterpiece, an absolute masterpiece…"
"So powerful and majestic, with such a magnificent Mental Realm… Truly, I have never seen its like in all my life."
Lord Liu smiled and nodded. "It's a pity Qingzhou isn't here. Otherwise, we could have witnessed his 'Immortal Realm' for ourselves."
