aracter.Li Chen recalled the poem that was said to be the best in all of history, with its breathtaking talent. As soon as he picked up his pen, it flowed effortlessly from his mind onto the paper.“T...Chapter 702: Soapourtyard.In the small room, Zhou Ping'an pushed open the door and saw a thin man with a sickly pale face sitting by candlelight reading a thick letter.The little servant obediently retreated, leaving...