To Luo Zheng, a Sub-Saint was practically an omnipotent existence. What could she possibly need to ask him for?
Yet Han Jiu Yi's expression did not look fake at all, which naturally aroused Luo Zheng's curiosity.
Han Jiu Yi said calmly, "Last time, you mobilized the disciples of my Purple Soul Hall. Their rankings in the Arena of the Gods improved significantly, but... it's still far from enough!"
The Purple Soul Hall was Han Jiu Yi's life's work. Unless absolutely necessary, how could she bear to sacrifice them?
Everyone had their own obsessions, and Sub-Saints were no exception.
"Far from enough? What does that have to do with me..." Luo Zheng asked.
The Purple Soul Hall had more than thirty thousand people. If its total score couldn't rise, that wasn't something Luo Zheng alone could make up for.
Luo Zheng had indeed earned quite a lot of points recently, but compared with the entire Purple Soul Hall, that was merely a drop in the ocean.
"I want you to earn more points," Han Jiu Yi said with a smile as she stared at Luo Zheng.
"How much more?" Luo Zheng was speechless. He had not expected to guess correctly—perhaps the Sub-Saint truly intended to have him single-handedly turn the tide.
"About 1.2 million points. That would raise each Purple Soul Hall disciple's score by an average of forty points. If that still isn't enough, then I'll have no choice but to grit my teeth and expel the bottom ten percent of the rankings." Han Jiu Yi made a rough calculation, a charming smile appearing on her gentle, beautiful face.
Hearing this, Luo Zheng stood there in a daze for quite a while before saying blankly, "1.2 million points..."
To his surprise, Han Jiu Yi said nonchalantly, "Is it that difficult?