At the Jiaxu Outpost, Li Fan gazed at the golden榜 listing projected in the Heavenly Profound Mirror.
"This Guo Yezhong is quite the character. If it weren't for special circumstances, he seems to openly slack off under everyone's watchful eyes. It's practically a slap in the face to the Alliance of Ten Thousand Immortals."
He recalled Guo Yezhong from the time of their training, someone utterly unremarkable.
"If, by the end of the competition, this person still has zero points, I’ll respect him as a true man."
Suddenly, he heard a faint whispering of hatred in his ears.
After more than a year of honing himself, Li Fan had grown accustomed to it.
Without changing his expression, he lit a琉璃 lamp in the room, the bizarre black flames flaring up, instantly dispelling the strange sounds from the abyss.
"This Silent琉璃 lamp is certainly effective."
Reveling in the rare silence, Li Fan couldn’t help but praise.