Chapitre 294: Storm in a Teacup

When the crowd heard Xiao Quanren's comments, they were startled. What did the Wise One mean? Was he saying that the couplet Xiao Luo had written was even better than his own? The Wise One had been a scholar since the time of the Qing Dynasty, and what's more, he had spent most of his life practicing calligraphy. Xiao Luo was just a shade over twenty, so how could his skills in calligraphy possibly be better?

"You flatter me, Wise One," Xiao Luo said with a smile.

"Neither haughty nor humble, neither conceited nor rash. Xiao Luo, a great future awaits you!" old man Xiao Quanren held Xiao Luo's hands tightly, giving him considerable praise.

"The Wise One is right. Xiao Luo is bound to attain great achievements in the future."

"It is said that sharpening a chopper will not hold up the work of cutting firewood. Xiao Luo's few years in university has given him an entirely different temperament."