The crowd was filled with disbelief, their voices low and hushed as they whispered among themselves.
"Are those figures real? The board must have been damaged," someone muttered, glancing nervously at the profound board.
"During the last Sect Meet, Zhang Tianlu barely managed to attain thirty thousand golden points. This looks utterly exaggerated."
"If Zhang Tianlu's result was considered the best in the last three decades, then how could Zhao Yin's score be anything less than the best in the last three centuries?" another voice interjected, filled with awe.
"How on earth did he manage forty thousand golden points? Is there some hack behind the Miniverse Scroll expedition?"
The murmurs of the crowd swirled in confusion, and it was clear that the recent revelation was too much for many to comprehend.
The figures displayed were almost incomprehensible, surpassing the expectations of all the observers present.
