Li Mubai curled up in the filth, listening to the death-knell toll of "Vain Regrets," his body trembling violently as an icy despair completely engulfed him.
He was finished! His hard-earned literary reputation, his scheming ambitions—before Qin Lie's verses that treated fame like dirt and bewailed the wasted years of youth—seemed so laughable, so pathetic! He was not even qualified to be a stepping stone for his opponent!
Qin Lie's recitation was far from over.
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