Lu Lin's Ranking, the Pride of the Sacred Martial Pavilion

The rankings were out!

Everyone who heard those words was beside themselves with excitement.

They all eagerly hoped they had made it onto the list.

Lu Lin was no exception.

He opened his communicator to check, and a message had just come through.

"Dear contestant Lu Lin, congratulations on advancing to the group stage. Please be prepared. The official competition will begin at 10 a.m. three days from now. For more details, please visit the competition's official website."

He'd made it.

A small surge of excitement stirred in Lu Lin's heart.

Although Lu Lin had been sure he would make the group-stage list, the evaluation had been based entirely on the system's scoring. If he hadn't made it, he would have had to file an appeal for a manual review, which would have been a hassle.

Now that he had confirmation, he could finally relax.

"I made it! I made it!"

Zhao Futu shouted with delight.

The others couldn't help casting envious glances his way.

Feng Se, Ouyang Feng, and Fang Jinlong included.

None of them had received a message from the competition committee.

"Boss, did you make it?"

After celebrating for a while, Zhao Futu turned to ask Lu Lin.

Lu Lin nodded.

"Yes! Boss, I knew you'd make it!"

"But now I want to see how I ranked."

As he spoke, Zhao Futu opened the competition's website to check.

A little while later, Zhao Futu closed his communicator with a crestfallen look.

The others all asked him what his ranking was.

His face fell. "Four hundred and sixty thousand."

That was actually a pretty decent ranking. After all, there were countless contestants, and the universe was teeming with geniuses. Zhao Futu should have been proud of placing that high, not dejected.

But he cared far too much about