China.
A certain city, a certain residential area.
Room number one on the fourth floor.
"The Lord of the Red Lotus, Ye Fengqing, is really an amazing young girl! Even that Profound Immortal couldn't match her..."
"How do you know? Where's the evidence? I think Zhao Guanlan is stronger than this little girl."
"Why are you arguing? Didn't you see the dark circles under the Profound Immortal's eyes just now? That's the evidence!"
"Although Zhao Guanlan isn't a nice person, he still shows gentlemanly demeanor at crucial moments. He probably yielded to her a bit; otherwise, there's no way he would've lost!"
"What era are you living in? Still holding on to your macho mindset? Isn't Su Qiangwei as the Martial God and Ye Fengqing as the Lord of the Red Lotus just as good as any man? Women are no less than men, women can also hold up half the sky!"
"That's sophistry! I'm Ji Jingfu and I disdain debating with you!"
"Fine, let's use our fists to speak!"
