Hearing the green-robed man's words, the Pig Emperor could no longer maintain his composure. His face instantly broke into a wide grin that reached from ear to ear, his eyes narrowing into slits. His smile was absolutely radiant.
'This young fellow is pretty sharp!' the Pig Emperor thought to itself, nodding nonstop.
What had it been waiting for?
It was waiting for this exact moment!
Asking the green-robed man to compose a poem was just a pretense. The real goal was to show off its own "cultural depth."
Mo Qi slapped a hand to his forehead and silently retreated some distance.
'Is this composing poetry?'
'This is fucking asking for death!'
'Now there's going to be a good show.'
After seeing the Pig Emperor's satisfied smile, the green-robed man secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
He had yet to realize what a colossal mistake his quick tongue had caused, nor did he have any idea what he was about to face.
