"You're talking nonsense! Yu Qing's essays are incisive satires of reality. How can that dog shit written by Xuan Ling compare?"
"Shut up! How dare you insult my favorite writer! Take back your words now!"
"I insist on saying it!" "You asked for it!"
The argument grew fiercer, and finally, the two actually started fighting, turning the whole tavern into chaos instantly.
Xiao Yan and Han Li sat calmly, finding the brawl between the two cultivators both amusing and annoying.
It was almost like a childish game, sparking a fight over something so trivial.
Thankfully, Xiao Yan and Han Li shared the same taste, both being loyal fans of Xuan Ling, thus having no disputes over this matter.
The other patrons in the tavern were also quite used to it, skillfully avoiding the mess.
