C194 Stealing of Magic Tools 23

Mu Yunhua scanned the room and noticed that after the Minister of Rites had concluded his remarks, some attendees had already begun to pen their poems. And by the looks of it, those poems were anything but brief! They seemed to be crafting verses as lengthy and elaborate as "Qin Garden Spring: Snow."

A few others caught Mu Yunhua's attention as their glances, whether purposeful or not