Outside the hall.
The air was somewhat silent, and everyone was stunned.
Even the bystanders noticed the awkwardness on Wu Changlin's face.
Their gaze shifted to Chen Mo, seeing the young man's eyes like lightning, standing as straight as a pine, calm and composed like a towering mountain, full of majesty.
The moment they made eye contact with Chen Mo, they quickly averted their gaze.
Listening to the young man's modest words, Wu Changlin felt as if he was being mocked, his face dark with embarrassment.
Ultimately, it was Wu Yanqing who broke the quiet atmosphere, clapping his hands and exclaiming, "Good!"
"The young marquis truly is a heroic youth; when compared to you, Changlin is slightly inferior."
While speaking, Wu Yanqing looked at Wu Changlin and lightly scolded him, "I told you not to show off about Copper Eye Piercing Arrow, now you see there are always people better than oneself out there."
Wu Changlin remained silent, his face somber.
