"Tomorrow at noon, go to the Tian character room at De Yue Tower and tell them you are Fang Yun. No one will dare to stop you. I'll go ahead." Zhang Poyue patted Fang Yun's shoulder and turned to leave.

The literary battle had ended, and everyone gradually returned home.

The carriage came to a stop, and Fang Yun stepped down, hearing the sound of a zither coming from his house. The music was slow and the tone was stagnant, clearly a beginner practicing.

Fang Yun entered the house and found that the sound of the zither was coming from Yang Yuhuan's room. He quietly walked over and gently opened the door.