Striving for the Top Three

Kong Xuan considered it carefully. Back then, the Sect Master had said that the rewards for the top three were extremely generous.

Ninety thousand years was neither long nor short—enough time for him to accomplish many things.

"Top three! I'm taking a spot in the top three."

Disciple's eyes lit up. As expected of one of the Martial Brothers he admired most—he had ambition.

"Go, Martial Brother! We believe in you!"

Xuan stood nearby. Hearing that, he tilted his head and glanced at Kong Xuan.

"Top three?"

Xuan's voice carried its usual coolness. His tone lifted slightly at the end, making it impossible to tell whether he was questioning him or merely surprised.

Kong Xuan turned around and saw Xuan wearing a short gray linen shirt, sulfur ash from adjusting the Formation Disk still staining his fingertips. Yet his eyes shone like an icy pool atop a mountain reflecting sunlight.

Kong Xuan raised an eyebrow, reached out to pat him on the shoulder, and smiled.

"What, you think I can't get it?"

Xuan shook his head and pressed the crooked base of the Formation Disk deeper into the rock. Only after the stones collided with a dull thud did he speak.

"No. I just think that with your abilities, you shouldn't be aiming only for the top three."

The junior disciple who had brought the news joined in from the side.

"Martial brother Xuan is right!

Martial brother Kong Xuan is already one of the best Inner Sect disciples. Maybe he can even compete for Holy Son directly!"

Kong Xuan smiled but did not respond. He knew very well that among the more than thirty thousand Daluo disciples in the sect, he could at most rank within the top ten. The person before him alone was enough to make him