บท 123: You, A Kind Monk? My Arse!

It had been just fifteen minutes since the beginning of the poetry competition. But the queer thing was that other than a single person almost all of the participants were droved out of the auditorium before they even had the chance to deliver a piece of their poems.

Now only twenty youths were sitting across the slightly inclined seats and none of them dared to utter a word of disobedience against the decision of the judge.

Now a lady wearing revealing leather clothes made from the hides of beasts came out. Even though she had tan skin and there were no makeup powders like any other lady, she had an appealing figure and appearance. She also wore a lot of daggers all over her clothes.

She didn't utter a single word but eyed the two judges like eyeing a ferocious lion.

"Humph!" Scholar Du Gu snorted and shouted, "Out!"

The lady quickly drew a star blade from her thigh and threw it at him. "Die!" She uttered.