Yuchi Jie listened to the endless debates of the diners in the tavern, all discussing idle tales of those ranked highly in the martial world, and felt somewhat bored. He fiddled with his teacup as he looked toward Wang Anfeng and said with a smile:
"Anfeng, you're only ranked thirteenth on the deputy sword list, don't you have any thoughts about it?"
Wang Anfeng replied succinctly:
"I am unworthy."
Yuchi Jie felt this attitude was indeed dull, banged the table upon hearing it, and widened his eyes as he exclaimed:
"Only thirteenth!"
"Not even in the top ten, don't you think that's too low?"
Then he squinted and coaxed gently:
"Don't you want to push your ranking a bit higher?"
"I have a way..."
Lao Lu secretly rolled his eyes and inexplicably felt that his young master resembled those sleazy traffickers in the alleys who, after pulling someone aside, would whisk out a Spring Palace Picture from their bosom.
Still too low?
