"Guess who I saw last night?"
The screen unfolded, and a fragrant breeze filled the air.
Li Fenghua sprawled on the sofa, feet on the table, peeling a green tangerine with a beauty in thin robes draped around him.
"Who?"
"Lord Xingyi!"
"I only know of Xing Yin, the eighteen-year-old Great Warrior Master. Who is this Lord Xingyi?"
"Dumb, don't you have a brain? There aren't two titles the same without the same rank. Didn't Xing Yin get promoted to Lord Xingyi?"
"Hiss, a skip-level promotion? Did he become a Grandmaster? He was only eighteen the year before last and just over twenty this year, ten years earlier than Master Bai? What's the Grandmaster record in Great Qian?"
"Twenty-six in Great Qian?"
Everyone was stunned.
If it weren't for Liang Qu stirring up the Imperial Capital two years ago, they normally wouldn't have concerned themselves with the records.
"Is it really that much of a difference?"
