The Tiger Flood Dragon Army gave Feng Qiu and Li Feng an opportunity, but they failed to seize it. So after being sent back, they worked with fierce determination.
"You guys can hold up," Zhuang Ziqing said reluctantly, "but I don't want to work so hard. If none of you rest, how can I rest alone?"
"I have a way," Feng Qiu said as he pulled out the Earth Mirror and stuffed it into Zhuang Ziqing's arms.
"What is this?" Zhuang Ziqing took the Earth Mirror with a puzzled look, and what it displayed was a query page showing Zhao Xing's ranking and combat achievements.
"What? Zhao Xing has 86,000 in combat achievements?!!" Zhuang Ziqing's eyes widened, "Didn't he just leave the retreat three days ago?"
"No matter how fast he travels, it will still take a day or two to get to the place, and it hasn't been long. How has he rushed into the top five thousand of the Seventh-grade list?!"
