Chương 461: Third Level of the Ancestral Return of 10,000 Swords!

In terms of talent, there was no one in the Heavenly Mystic World that caught his eye.

Han Muye's words stunned Bai Wuhen, and then she covered his mouth and laughed.

"You're not humble at all."

Looking up at the indifferent Han Muye, Bai Wuhen's smile slowly disappeared and turned into a complicated expression.

Many Confucian poems and essays appeared in her memory.

These were all directly injected into her bloodline memories by Han Muye earlier.

She had traveled around the Central Continent with Wen Mosheng. Even if she was not proficient in poetry, she could tell if it was good or bad.

Every essay Han Muye sent shocked her.

The beauty of the writing was simply indescribable.

When she was Wen Mosheng's companion, she had never seen such talented writing.

'People say that the setting sun is the end of the world. When you look to the end of the world, you don't see your home.'