Above the auspicious clouds, Guan Feilong, Yin Yi, and Guan Zhong furrowed their brows, their thoughts racing as they sought a solution, yet they were unable to find any clues.
They certainly did not believe the Poetry Ancestor's nonsense.
If the Poetry Ancestor had truly composed an immortal poem, he would have flaunted it to prove his Literary Dao long ago; how could it have possibly been plagiarized, and coincidentally by Li Bai in the debate?
When too many coincidences accumulate, there is a problem with the matter.
The forces like the Dragon Clan, Phoenix Clan, and Qilin Clan, which were friendly with humans, suppressed their anger and fell into thought.
"Xiao Shu, this Poetry Ancestor is too shameless. Do you have any ideas?"
The youth in coarse clothes said indignantly.
The ancient book flashed twice.
"Are you suggesting creating another immortal poem?"
