As soon as the night watchman finished speaking, a myriad of lights shone above the Confucian Temple. Countless lotus-shaped clouds floated and transformed into a seven-colored light, simultaneously enveloping the 200 people below.
The students temporarily composed themselves, focusing intently on receiving the literary altar's blessing.
Lin Su's mind sank into his brow. A literary altar suddenly appeared, landing on the tree within his brain. The altar was divided into nine sides, red as its base and blue as its faces, grand yet solemn. Suddenly, stars twinkled in the sky, and his poems fell one by one, engraving themselves on the altar. In the blink of an eye, his side of the altar was filled with seven-colored light, displaying all the poems he had previously written, including the on
