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Feng Zhi stood over ten feet tall, extremely burly, with bronze skin and bulging muscles. Standing there, he exuded an intense sense of oppression.
At this moment, his eyes opened wide, glaring at Gu Chen, issuing a challenge.
Beside him, Autumn Snow, seeing this, nervously grabbed Gu Chen's sleeve.
Meanwhile, on the flower boat where Feng Zhi was, a seductive and gorgeously dressed woman held Feng Zhi's arm, looking at Autumn Snow beside Gu Chen with a gleeful smile.
This woman was also the courtesan of the Pavilion of Flowers, named Red Jade.
In last year's ranking of courtesans at the Pavilion of Flowers, she came fourth, dominated by Autumn Snow. For nearly a year, Red Jade had been trying to surpass Autumn Snow at the Night Banquet of Flowers.
Thus, after learning that Feng Zhi was a high disciple of the Shen Martial Sect, she did everything to hook up with Feng Zhi for today.
