'Eighty-first place? That's a little low...'
Yi Tianyun was naturally not satisfied. He had thought he would be ranked higher, but he ended up on the lower end of the list. Though he didn't really care about his rank—he never planned on becoming a disciple here anyway—getting only eighty-first place despite his speed was indeed a bit low.
"Boss, you still think that's low?" Yang Yu gave a smile more pained than a grimace and nearly dropped to his knees. "I've been grinding away here for ages, and I'm only eighty-third. You think eighty-first is low? You've already surpassed a ton of people, you know? At least you're not dead last."
