In front of the golden stele.
Everyone inexplicably became nervous. What kind of taste does the Creator God have? We'll find out soon enough!
A moment later, that seemingly supreme voice rang out again, "Though there is no overt infatuation in these words, upon closer inspection, they still express a man's infatuation with a woman. You barely meet the standard!"
What the heck!
This kind of poem actually meets the standard!
All the scholars were dumbfounded, feeling that they truly couldn't understand this world anymore.
If even the Creator God is so shameless, does it mean that being disgraceful should be a point of pride in this world!?
And they, who have studied diligently for years, cannot be counted as real scholars at all.
Because they can't write erotic poems, they haven't truly grasped the essence of scholarship.
"Great!"
