Tan Xiucheng protested indignantly, "You're just an ordinary Nascent Soul Cultivator. The only difference between us is that you're a woman. How is it you can beat back those Nascent Soul Experts, but I can't?"
Shen Lang answered, "You're weak, you're stupid, and you're a coward."
Tan Xiucheng was so dumbfounded all he could muster was a slow, "...?"
'I'm weak, I'm stupid, and I'm a coward?'
—Tan Xiucheng was instantly enraged!
"You're spouting nonsense!" he roared.
Shen Lang gave him an airy eye-roll and ignored him, leaving him with just one sentence:
"You go stand guard at the imperial harem. I'll go grab that old Emperor."
Tan Xiucheng grumbled but obediently went.
…
「Imperial Harem.」
By the time Shen Lang arrived with the old Emperor in tow, Tan Xiucheng had been driven half-mad by the woman in pink.
