Zhang Tianshun was at his residence, drinking with several elder martial brothers, and when they got excited, naturally women became the topic of conversation.
"Just you wait and see. In just a few days, Lu Xiaoqing is going to come to me willingly," Zhang Tianshun excitedly told those present.
"Pssh, I don't believe it," one man scoffed.
"Exactly. You've spent so much time on Lu Xiaoqing, has she ever paid attention to you?" Another disciple of the Martial Sect also teased Zhang Tianshun.
Zhang Tianshun wasn't pleased, and huffed, "You just wait and see. When it happens, I won't even let you touch her."
"You better remember us, your elder brothers, if you really manage to get your hands on Lu Xiaoqing," several of them told Zhang Tianshun.
Zhang Tianshun had a smug look on his face, flushed with alcohol, and seemed to be fantasizing about Lu Xiaoqing submitting to him. His face was painted with a lecherous expression.