Everyone gathered around; the container was fine, but if something had happened to Qin Hao, that would have been grave indeed.
Qin Hao waved his hand, his voice somewhat hoarse as he said, "I'm fine, don't worry."
He staggered to his feet, wiping the fresh blood from the corner of his mouth, and took a deep breath, which brought a slight flush of color back to his pale face.
Seeing that Qin Hao was indeed all right, everyone finally relaxed.
Wu Ying stared at Qin Hao with a peculiar expression and said, "It seems the Golden List isn't the most objective after all; ranking fifteenth really wrongs you."
Qin Hao gave a nonchalant smile, but said nothing.
Wu Ying knew that Qin Hao didn't want to reveal his true strength; otherwise, he wouldn't have been stuck at the twentieth position on the Golden List all this time.
