Chen Yuan stood with his hands behind his back, his black robe fluttering in the wind. After his verse was recited, a complete silence fell within hundreds of meters. Yue Shan raised an eyebrow, not expecting that his lord would truly compose poetry.
But this poem...
Why does it sound somewhat improper?
Why would a lotus be able to block the head of a blackfish?
And why would clear river water flow outwards?
In that moment, several were puzzled, shocked by Chen Yuan's impromptu verse.
Zhao Hao on the deck, sitting in the chief seat, was briefly stunned and soon felt a surge of anger. This verse seemed nicely chanted at first, but upon closer inspection,
it was evident that the words were nothing but impromptu filth.
Moreover, he hadn't invited this person, who had suddenly appeared out of nowhere, seemingly... with bad intentions!
