Qin Siyang had waited in line for over forty minutes, and it was finally almost his turn.
The man standing ahead of him glanced at the Disc Carapace in Qin Siyang's hand, and his eyes lit up.
"Young man, earning six points between the two of you is no easy feat."
"Oh, yeah."
"There have been so many people here lately. After a trip outside, everyone gets less than a point apiece. A lot of people have decided to take some time off."
"Yeah, I heard."
"Those are Disc Carapaces from Mutated Scythe Beetles, right?"
"Right."
"You're really lucky! Ah, unlike us. We only hunted three Rotary Blade Spiders."
Qin Siyang glanced at the three Disc Carapaces in the man's hand. Each had a circle on it, and together they seemed to be worth fifteen points.
Another look at the man's smile, and Qin Siyang understood.
He had thought the man wanted to complain to him. Instead, he was showing off.
Qin Siyang ignored him and looked elsewhere.
Seeing that Qin Siyang had no desire to continue the conversation, the man stopped inviting a snub.
"Ah, only fifteen God-Hunting Points. How embarrassing."
Still, the man drawled on.
Qin Siyang said nothing, but the people behind him had had enough.
"Hmph, it's just fifteen points. What's so great about that?"
"Forget it. Let him enjoy himself. His team rarely has such a good haul hunting gods. He's been showing off those three Rotary Blade Spider Disc Carapaces all day."
"No wonder."
"Hmph." The man shook the three Disc Carapaces in his hand again. "Could you pull this off? You're just jealous!"
"Yes, yes, you're amazing. I just wonder how many of those fifteen points will actually go to you."
That seemed to hit a sore spot. The man turned away and