Regrettably, the grandeur of Qin and Han emperors slightly paled in literary talent, and the Tang and Song forebears somewhat fell short in elegance.
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The past has gone, counting the heroes, we look to the present.
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What kind of grand vision is needed to carry on the past and open up the future?
Xu Lin suddenly spoke, "Paper and pen!"
Immediately, someone handed over the paper and pen, it wasn't Pei Danqing, but Bastard.
Soon, Wu Zongting saw Xu Lin effortlessly produce yet another score, his speed of creation was swift, without any pause, his inspiration was so overwhelming, his talent so vast and boundless.
"A talent blessed by the heavens!"
Wu Zongting was filled with astonishment, at this moment, his heart no longer doubted this eighteen-year-old youth.
In less than two minutes, a score emerged without any revisions.
The score was completed.
Xu Lin again wrote the title at the top: Counting the Heroes.
"Is this score called 'Counting the Heroes'?"
