Hill watched the bragging Snow Old Dog with a sudden realization of why he could only be a map drawer.
Smooth-talking, shameless, and ruthlessly cunning, even if his skills fell short of others, it actually didn't make much difference.
Indeed, only such people could succeed in climbing the ranks!
As for lacking skills, just look at Old Cat, lazy as a salted fish, yet brazenly challenging everyone, wanting to drag Snow Cloud Peak into the arena for a good beating—it was quite revealing.
Snow Cloud Peak, fearless as ever, just smiled and said, "Yell all you want, if you can get me in there with you, then you've got the skill."
"Old Dog, show some dignity!" Rain Falling on Mortal Dust stood up and said, "At least look around. Hill's still over there."
