At this moment, the bald man standing above the clouds glanced at the woman in the purple dress and spoke softly.
"Oh? Does Martial Fool wish to have a bout with this little woman? If Martial Fool wishes it, this little woman shall naturally keep you company."
Mei Jiaojiao covered her lips as she looked at the bald man and spoke softly. Her eyes brimmed with seduction, while an incomparably enchanting aura radiated from her at all times.
Seeing Mei Jiaojiao like this, Martial Fool turned his head aside and stopped speaking.
This woman was far too wicked. Better to have as little to do with her as possible.
"You all know each other? Then didn't I come here for nothing?"
The bearded man carrying a long saber looked at the lively conversation among the others, his expression turning somewhat awkward.
He scratched his head, looking embarrassed.
"Yang Tiangang, there is no need for you to put on such airs before me. Later, I will definitely have a bout with you."
Martial Fool, who had not spoken earlier, now stared at Yang Tiangang with fighting spirit blazing in his eyes.
Yang Tiangang, carrying the long saber, repeatedly cupped his hands toward Martial Fool.
"If you wish it, I shall accompany you."
Beneath the Fusang Divine Tree, after watching the spectacle for quite some time, Ye Lin finally figured out everyone's identities.
The people in the heavens were, respectively, Mei Jiaojiao, ranked second; Martial Fool, ranked third; Xuanyuan Tufeng, ranked fourth; Yang Tiangang, ranked seventh; and Ye Tian, ranked eighth.
A single Fusang Divine Tree had drawn half the figures on the rankings here. Interesting—truly far too interesting.
"Fellow Daoist, are you here to pick up the scraps too?"
Just as Ye Lin was watching with great interest, a young man