Galaxy Fall cascaded downwards, splashing water onto the tombstone.
The bold words "Mu Shuang's Tomb" were incredibly shocking.
Even amidst the intense sound of the water, Huang Jun's words were still clearly audible.
"Have you really thought it through?"
Ye Lingyue did not seem too surprised by Huang Jun's sudden request.
"I have come to understand; I should have understood long ago. Rather than being a worthless miscellaneous servant all my life, I should take a shot at this. I have only one request: if I unfortunately die in the competition, have my ashes sent back to my parents via Peace Hall. I'm their only son."
Huang Jun forced a carefree smile.
For all miscellaneous servants, the sect competition is their only chance to turn their lives around.
Yet even so, out of a hundred miscellaneous servants, there might not be a single person willing to sign up.
