"Brother Wu, come over here for a moment. It seems there is a problem."
Just as Wu Yong confirmed that everyone had no objections to the rankings and was about to announce the top three, Lin Sheng suddenly called out to him with a grave expression on his face.
A problem?
What kind of problem could there be?
He had started organizing the Nanyuan Poetry Gathering two years ago. Although quite a few fine poems had emerged during that time, compared to other gatherings, it was really nothing special—far inferior to several other poetry events, let alone in the same league as the poetry gatherings at the Bright Moon Pavilion.
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