Zhao Hui smiled and said, “I want to try. Although there are many old disciples in the inner sect and my rank is above 3,000, it’s still a kind of motivation to advance a few places.”
Hearing Zhao Hui’s words, Yun Chujiu suddenly remembered something and asked curiously, “Senior brother Zhao, I really didn’t pay attention to this so-called proclamation of azure sky. Well, what’s my rank?”
Zhao Hui’s face slightly stiffened. He coughed dryly and said, “Junior Sister Yun, your ranking is about the same as mine. I’m ranked 3,251, and you’re ranked 3,289.”
Yun chujiu nodded and asked again, “Then how many inner sect disciples are there?”
Zhao Hui’s face stiffened even more. He paused for a moment before saying, “3,289.”
Yun chujiu nodded and then thought, eh? A total of 3,289?
This fellow slammed the stone table. “What? Then wouldn’t I be in last place?”