Chapter 49: Maybe I’ll start pretending to admire you.
Soon enough, blue-robed disciples from the Blue Cauldron Sect began making rounds through the ship’s massive central hall, clipboard-like talismans in their hands.
They walked with strict discipline, heads held high, and began collecting beast core bags from the participants.
Each participant was asked to hand over their core pouch, and the contents were carefully examined.
Names were jotted down with glowing ink, and core values were tallied using faint spiritual scales that hovered in the air.
When the disciples reached them, John handed over his bag silently.
Caros followed with a grin, while Riara tossed hers lazily, stretching her arms afterward like she had just dropped something unimportant.
Once done, the trio left the hall and made their way through the ship’s beautifully carved inner corridors, heading toward John’s assigned room.
Riara casually jumped onto one of the beds and crossed her legs. "So, what do you think your ranking will be?" she asked, casting a sideways glance at John.
John leaned against the wall and rubbed his chin, smiling faintly. "Top fifty, maybe. I’m hoping somewhere in there."
Riara’s brows shot up. Then her lips curled into a proud smirk. "Hmph... You’re hopeless at playing low-key. I’m thinking... last place. But only because I wanted it," she said, lifting her chin with exaggerated grace.
Caros, who had just sat cross-legged on a cushion, blinked. "And getting last place... is your idea of staying under the radar?" His tone was dry, incredulous.
Realizing how odd that sounded, Riara’s expression twitched.