"Brilliant! Simply brilliant!"
Old Chen's voice on the main seat was still trembling with excitement. Struggling to steady his breath, his gaze swept over the still-dazed crowd, and he proclaimed loudly, "This poem by Prince Qin possesses a vast and boundless momentum, reaching the ultimate realm! It is undoubtedly tonight's champion! My talented friends, do any of you have other fine verses to add further glory to tonight's poetry gathering?"
Old Chen's words were meant as polite social remarks to ease the atmosphere, and they also subtly signaled the conclusion of the "frontier fortress" theme. After all, with such a magnificent piece preceding them, asking anyone else to compose poetry would be nothing short of self-humiliation.
Chapter 64