Bai Xiaohua's challenge to Fang Yi to a poetry duel quickly spread throughout the entire bar. The music, which had been loud and piercing, suddenly died down in an instant as the boisterous bar quieted down.
In Tianjing, Bai Xiaohua, as the eldest son of the Bai Family, truly held a high status.
Tianjing had seven young masters, and Bai Xiaohua was one of them. He didn't have to say a word; the young masters behind him had already made sure everyone in the bar knew what was happening.
On one hand, they wanted to curry favor with Bai Xiaohua, and on the other, they were eager to see Fang Yi make a fool of himself.
"Go get Teacher Zheng," Bai Xiaohua said to someone behind him. "He's an old pedant, let him preside over the fairness of our duel."
