Cheng Moyang and the other two lay on the ground, watching Jiang Man and his companions head up.
Only after a long while did they come back to their senses.
It felt inconceivable.
"The top spot among the Six Pavilions has changed hands," Yang Ling said, struggling to his feet.
Cheng Moyang fell silent and lay quietly on the ground.
He hoped Jiang Man would achieve a better record.
That way, no one would care that he had lost his top spot among the Six Pavilions.
The Cloudfront Office's top five-as long as Jiang Man's name made it into the top five.
Then his defeat would be perfectly reasonable.
If Jiang Man could reach the top three, there would be honor even in his defeat.
"What do we do now?" Yang Feng asked with a cough.
It was unbelievable. The poor man they had once toyed with had turned around and become someone they had to look up to.
Defeated in a single move-such a gulf was hard to stomach.
Yet there was nothing they could do.
Cheng Moyang was silent for a moment before saying, "Think about how many times you've offended him."
Yang Feng froze.
Only then did he understand.
Jiang Man was no longer someone they could afford to provoke.
Though he was poor, his ranking was high.
He had surpassed them in just a few months. Once he entered the sect, he would surely still stand above them.
They had offended him badly before. What were they to do now?
Then Cheng Moyang softened his tone. "Luckily, he's poor."
Yang Ling and the others did not understand.
"Poor people lack Spirit Sources," Cheng Moyang explained casually.
After a pause, he felt he needed to have another talk with Fang Yong.
Approaching Jiang Man through him should