At the sight of Yu Juechen's sleazy grin, Tang Yan could not help shuddering. He was just about to decline when a sarcastic voice came from nearby.
"Well, well, isn't this the Eastern District's number one? Surely someone so distinguished wouldn't be staying in a One-Star Dormitory?"
Tang Yan and the others turned to look, only then noticing a group standing a short distance away beside them. They did not know which district these students came from, but several were snickering.
"Come on, Han Ping, why look down on him like that? Maybe he'll grit his teeth and spring for a Two-Star one."
"I heard the top students from the Southern, Western, and Northern Three Districts are all staying in Three-Star Dormitories. I wonder if someone at Profound Tier Seventh Grade even has a thousand Star Value?"
"If I'd known, I'd have gone to the Eastern District. Maybe I could've coasted into first place myself," the man called Han Ping sneered viciously.
Their conversation was loud enough for quite a few people to hear every word. Everyone looked over with interest, waiting to see how Tang Yan would handle this.
"With your strength, forget first place. You wouldn't even make the top ten." Tang Yan stared at Han Ping. His opponent's Profound Tier Eighth Grade strength was not enough to impress him.
"Don't tell me you think you're stronger than me?" A trace of mockery appeared in Han Ping's eyes. The gap between grades was like a mountain; deep down, he thought nothing of Tang Yan.
"What a racket!" Tang Yan snapped in disgust.
"Hahaha, Han Ping, that kid's looking down on you." Someone nearby immediately fanned the flames.
Du Xin stood at a distance, studying Tang Yan's reaction. She, too, was curious about just what this young fellow was