Your Face Will Hurt Even More

After receiving the order, the servant immediately prepared the items Lou Qianxue requested.

Master Yan sat on the main seat, and the scarlet-masked man, whose whole body exuded an uncomfortable and evil aura, sat beside him.

When Lou Qianxue's gaze swept past them, she froze for a while. She soon came back to her senses, and a profound smile appeared on her red lips.

"Miss Lou, what should I do?"

Everyone had sat down, but Ye Zhuixun remained standing as he waited for Lou Qianxue's instructions.

Lou Qianxue had also sat down. The table that she had earlier overturned had been changed. "Perform a set of common martial arts first. I want to see your elementary power."

"Sure."

Ye Zhuixun did as told and performed a set of yellow-stage inferior-grade martial arts. His fists were powerful, and his breaths were long. It showed that he was diligent.