They've probably gotten their hands on the list.
"They'll probably try to take some of the others down a peg first," Yan Yiqiu said casually.
Hearing this, Wei Beichuan said, "So you're saying they'll challenge those of us with lower ranks first? Aren't they afraid of losing?"
After all, on paper, Zhuo Bufan was ranked third, Zhao Yaoyao was fifth, he was seventh, and Lin Qingshan was eighth.
Their Cloud Mist Peak was not to be trifled with.
"Maybe they're just full of confidence and want to put pressure on the third-ranked by picking off us 'weaker' ones first," Zhao Yaoyao said with a grin.
Jiang Man didn't really mind. It was just an exchange, after all.
At the end of the day, a fight was inevitable.
'I wonder what the reward for winning is.'
'Ten or twenty thousand Spiritual Source would be a huge profit.'
"What are their chances of winning?" Zhuo Bufan asked.
