Rong ZhiYu’s frail body stood up straight in the center of the hall with a majestic grandeur!
After a short while of silence, everyone started to cheer together, "Number one poet! Number one poet! Unprecedented talent! Young noble Ling Tian! The cheers from the almost one thousand of them flooded the Smoky Thea Tower like a tsunami!
Ling Tian was shocked and he quickly stepped out and gave a bow to Rong ZhiYu, "Mister, you think too highly of Ling Tian. With my young age, how can I be worthy of such a title? I implore Mister to reconsider your decision. Ling Tian is really undeserving."