Inside Jingchen Hall, just as Zhu Yourong was feeling a bit lost, Su Changfeng joined the discussion, imitating Duan Jiuling by handing a scroll to his colleagues.
"Everyone can take a look at this piece of prose; it was also written by this student Ziyu."
The crowd snapped out of their reverie from the beauty painting, and Zhu Yourong also responded upon hearing a certain name, instinctively preparing to reach out first, but someone was faster. The one closest to Su Changfeng, Duan Jiuling, brightened his eyes, casually took the scroll, and after just reading for a moment, wore a face of emotion, arousing even greater curiosity from the other onlookers.
