“38th? Huh? Why am I 38th?”0

Inside the Xiaoxiang Pavilion, Zhao Changhe, who had just been showing off his cool personality, sat there and could not help but complain, “Does this damn tome have a grudge against me? Before, when it gave me the 88th place, although it could be understood as ‘goodbye,’[1] it could still also mean great fortunes[2]. What about this new ranking? A friend to women[3]? This is too much!”4

Yue Hongling sat next to him expressionlessly and helped him apply medicine to the wound on his chest. Seeing him rambling endlessly, she could not help but knock his head.0

Zhao Changhe held his head. “I’m injured, yet you’re still hitting me.”0

“What a coincidence, I’m injured too,” Yue Hongling said with an expressionless face. “Explain how you managed to be stabbed in an acupoint without being affected. Did you use the same trick that the celestial maiden did to somehow avoid getting paralyzed?”0

Zhao Changhe’s eyes rolled around and he fell silent.0

“So you were already in cahoots! Go to hell!” Yue Hongling applied a bit more force to the bandage, causing Zhao Changhe to scream in pain.0

“I really have no relations with her! This is a misunderstanding…”0

“Then who is it that you have relations...3