Those were legends of the previous generation who had long ago reached the top of the Teal List. The top ten had remained as immovable as if welded in place for over a decade; in recent years, the only person to surge up their ranks had been Yunlang's Young Sword Lord.
These were figures who could shake the Jianghu with a stamp of their feet. And now one of them was sitting right before him, shoveling down rice.
Pei Ye sat stunned for a while, then frowned and turned toward the black cloak beside him.
Silence.
The two hands beneath the black cloak seemed to be wringing together. "Um, I think, when people cross paths by chance in the Jianghu... they don't, don't necessarily have to exchange names..."
"My name is Pei Ye."
"My name is He Yaoyao."
Quiet.
Pei Ye lowered his head and stared silently at the headline, "Pei Ye Should Rank Third," for a while. The black cloak was even more silent than he was.
They remained wordless for seven or eight breaths before Pei Ye finally gave two light coughs and said, as though unconcerned, "Let's, let's look at the next page."
"All right, all right."
There were many more commentaries below, perhaps fifty or sixty, but they no longer occupied such prominent space as the first few. Most concerned cultivators in the Teal List's top hundred, or those like [Little White Dragon], whose ascent had simply been too swift.
For the vast majority of the current generation's geniuses from the various sects, even claiming one entry here was something they could only gaze toward, never reach. These were precisely the names attracting the most attention in the Feather-Scale Trial.
Pei Ye flipped through it and murmured, "Why isn't there much news about the Crane List?"