"Haha, what race had sent over these great talents? Two of them had actually appeared at once in this generation—interesting!"
"Chen Xun... Ke Ding. That name sounded familiar somehow."
"The legendary Fishing Duo of Tiangang Dao Academy!"
"The two great talents who had escaped their studies for ten years from the moment they entered the pavilion?!"
"That's right, it was them."
The crowd erupted in uproar and laughter. Sometimes, having a couple of bottom-rankers around was quite a comfort. After all, such peculiar talents were rare—they represented people utterly clueless about the Immortal Demon Two Paths.
In the plaza.
Chen Xun was laughing as well. "Ke Ding, I thought you'd written so much. Turns out it was all bullshit!"
Ke Ding's expression darkened slightly. Shaking his head, he sighed. "You were the one at the very bottom of the sequence, not me. This Dao Master will make sure to record this properly, yet you still dared to mock me."
Upon saying this, Chen Xun stopped laughing.
This old boy really knew how to keep records—and would even pass them down as a legacy. In that case, Ke Ding absolutely could not die. This bastard had to live well.
Before them, Wang Hou 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 too shallow, leaving him unable to catch up to those Peerless Heavenly Prides. Instead, the gap only continued to widen...
Wang Hou lightly clenched his fists and was about to turn and leave.
But his eyes widened. Behind him stood his fellow Dao Academy students—the two "legends."
"Hehe, young man, work harder next time." Chen Xun draped one hand over Ke Ding's shoulder and waved with a brilliant smile. "This sequence ranking