Chided, the young men fell silent, though they were clearly still skeptical. Abilities were incredibly diverse. Some purely affected the user and showed no outward signs, so how could external devices possibly detect them?
"Sigh, you all…" the middle-aged man said helplessly, pointing at the massive virtual screen.
"Forget aiming high. If we could just scrape into the top 100 on that list, it would be a miracle from our ancestors. It could bring in tens of billions of star coins in investments for our martial arts hall."
"Master, you're underestimating us."
"It'll be a piece of cake!"
"Get lost!"
The group walked and talked as they went. A wistful look in his eyes, Ming Lin withdrew his gaze, set his own course, and quickly headed toward a nearby building.
DING—
Stepping out of the elevator, Ming Lin paused for a moment. He walked down the hallway, scanning left and right, and stopped in front of a room. Taking a deep breath, he knocked on the door.
