As they were both returning to the True Inheritance Courtyard, Fang Han and Yun Muyao walked side by side.
Ancient trees towered on both sides of the mountain path. The evening breeze swept by, stirring up a few fallen leaves that spun down between their robes.
"Junior Brother Fang, on this mission, you killed two Late Stage Fourth Grade Stewards from the Netherworld Pavilion. That level of strength has already far surpassed the 81st rank on the Celestial Pride List."
"It seems your rank on the Celestial Pride List will see a huge jump next month."
Yun Muyao's robes fluttered lightly. Above her veil, her bright eyes appeared even colder in the twilight. She glanced sideways at Fang Han, her voice elegant and subdued.
"Senior Sister Yun, you flatter me. If you hadn't arrived in time on this mission, I'm afraid I would have been in grave danger. Compared to top-twenty powerhouses on the Celestial Pride List like Meng Xian and yourself, the gap is still immense."
