Very average.

But if you think about it carefully, you can feel its domineering and terrifying power.

It depends on what this sage will do.

When Han Xuan heard this, he secretly gave Xu Mo a thumbs up. Xu Mo understood that he was on the right track.

Sure enough, the First Saint was stunned for a moment, and then he let out a weird laugh.

"Although it's a little difficult, I'll write it for you. In addition, I'll complete it for you. It's better to write this poem like this... Tasting the slightly cool autumn flavor, the rain from the eaves washes away the morning frost, and I want to take a peek at the beautiful tower.

Goddess, I saw black clouds covering the spring light. Hundreds of bottles of aged wine turned into melancholy. I thought about it in my heart, and my mind was filled with joy. I asked the sky with my sword, but the sky didn't answer. I went up to the tower on a rainy night, looked at the clouds and sighed, but the clouds didn't disperse. My flying sword moved the clouds, and the sky was full of moon.

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He wrote with the brush in his hand, then flicked the book in his hand and threw it to Xu Mo.

Xu Mo took it and looked again. The sage had disappeared.
Chapter completed!