It is impossible to reason with a man of letters when he meets a soldier; even if the Temple of Poetry had the gift of the gab, those brutes on the other side would never bother with talk!
In front of so many temples, under their hushed mockery and sarcastic gazes, the Elder of the Temple of Poetry could only do what he had done for millions of years: mutter a few powerless threats and swallow his resentment and humiliation.
In fact, the Temple of Poetry was notorious in the God Realm for being a temple that was "all talk."
Chapter 550