Their party was quite large. Steward Feng had already directed the others to spread out, taking special containers to collect the crimson, lava-like liquid from the ground.
"Mm." Lan Hao merely nodded at Meng Shiyu's comforting words. He could handle the rest, but the grotesque appearance of those Netherworld Creatures was something he found truly difficult to stomach. Just one look made his skin crawl.
"I heard that not long ago, Junior Brother Lan's rank on the Holy List jumped more than ten spots. That's quite astonishing," Meng Shiyu remarked, a hint of admiration in his voice.
Lan Hao was somewhat surprised and replied instinctively, "It was just a fluke."
"Rankings are earned through sheer effort; there's no such thing as a fluke," Meng Shiyu said, shaking his head.
