'First place is probably impossible, but I might be able to compete with Yun Muyao for second.'
Fang Han came to a conclusion.
Even with an additional 100,000 jin of physical strength, it would be highly unlikely he could catch up to Luo Yuntian, who was ranked seventh on the Celestial Pride List. But catching up to Yun Muyao, ranked sixteenth, was a possibility.
But of course, that was out of the question.
The strength he had just displayed was more than enough. There was no need to lay all his cards on the table.
After all, he was already a thorn in the Netherworld Pavilion's side. If he wanted to ensure his own survival, he needed to keep enough trump cards in reserve.
He turned, and to the astonishment of the disciples in the square, began to walk away.
No one had the courage to approach and talk. The crowd automatically parted to form a path, watching him walk further and further away, finally disappearing around a bend in the mountain path at the edge of the square.
