"Ha ha, what race had sent over such great talents? Two had appeared at once in this generation—interesting!"
"Chen Xun... Ke Ding. I seemed to have heard those names before. They sounded familiar."
"The two legendary old fishing hands of the Heavenly Dipper Dao Academy!"
"The two great talents who had escaped their coursework for ten years straight after entering the pavilion?!"
"That's right, it was them."
Every faction was in an uproar, and the hall burst into laughter. Having a couple of bottom-rankers around was quite a comfort sometimes. After all, such peculiar talents were rare; they represented people who knew absolutely nothing about either the Immortal or Demon Dao.
On the plaza.
Chen Xun was laughing as well. "Ke Ding, I thought you had written so much, but it was all bullshit!"
Ke Ding's expression darkened somewhat. He shook his head and sighed. "You were the one at the very bottom of the sequence, not me. I will record this matter properly, Dao Master. And you still dared to mock me."
The moment those words came out, Chen Xun stopped laughing.
This old bastard really knew how to keep records, and he would even treat them as an inheritance. Then Ke Ding absolutely could not die. This bastard had to live well.
Before them, King Marquis wore a gloomy expression, his gaze never leaving the rankings.
His sequence ranking was far too low. His race's foundation in the Great Dao was simply too shallow, leaving him unable to catch up to those peerless prodigies. Instead, the gap only kept growing wider...
King Marquis clenched his fists slightly and was about to turn and leave.
But his eyes widened. Standing behind him were his Dao Academy classmates—the two from the "legend."
"Heh heh, young man, work harder next