On the Ghost Market street, the eerie moonlight in the sky was actually falling!
Though it only fell halfway, a closer look showed it moved from the zenith to a slightly tilted position.
But the entire Ghost Market was clearly boiling at this moment.
Whether those fixed in place after composing a poem, those who suffered harm for not composing one, or those who hadn't even managed to do anything yet...
Many people realized and exclaimed: "So the Ghost Market moonfall actually requires 'cloud smoke on paper'!"
"A single Cyan Smoke Poem isn't enough; does it require a Purple Smoke Poem to bring the moonlight fully down?"
"Or perhaps it needs several Cyan Smokes."
"One Cyan Smoke is extremely difficult already; who could compose several? Even if we joined forces..."
Before the voice could finish, all eyes simultaneously fell upon Chen Xu.
Writing poetry and essays is actually quite different; those who write good essays might not necessarily write good poems.
