After the roar, Ren Feng felt as if he were utterly exhausted, the surrounding experts looked at him, but the others at the long table seemed completely unaware, except for the Primordial Emperor, who maintained his usual smile.
"Water moves, wind cools, summer days long; summer days long, wind cools, water moves; it works, and this line even carries the last two characters of the previous one, complying with the rules."
The Primordial Emperor spoke lightly, but his words startled Ren Feng, who looked at the Primordial Emperor in disbelief!
He, he could hear me speaking?
"Failure comes with punishment, and passing naturally comes with a reward. This pot of wine is yours."
With those words, the pot of wine previously placed on the table automatically slid to Ren Feng's front and stopped.
Ren Feng felt a tumult inside, and for a moment, he felt muddled, unable to understand what was happening?
The Primordial Emperor, is he truly dead or alive?
