"呵，林动这小子，翅膀硬了是吧？"Azure Dragon Monastery's top genius, Yang Zhan, sneered as he sipped his tea, watching the young man from the Phoenix Clan through the high windows of the grand hall.

The Phoenix Clan's Young Master, Lin Yuan, was currently the center of attention. However, it wasn't because he had just won a competition or impressed everyone with his skills. Instead, he was the laughingstock of the entire hall.

Earlier that day, during a casual gathering of all the young masters, Lin Yuan had made a bet with Yang Zhan. The bet was simple yet humiliating: if Lin Yuan could recite the entire "Celestial Poetry Scroll" without making a single mistake, Yang Zhan would bow down to him and call him master. If he failed, he would have to wear a clown costume and dance for the entire clan for three days.

Yang Zhan, proud and arrogant, had accepted the challenge without a second thought. He believed that anyone, especially a young master like Lin Yuan, who had just arrived from another clan, wouldn't be able to remember such a long and complex poem.