The Young Master frowned slightly at the message transmitted through divine sense.
"Uncle Chen, I understand cleaning up the battlefield, but battlefield traces... what does that mean?"
The Supreme bodyguard had sensed it as well—Mental Strength had entered the starship. Hearing this, he raised an eyebrow.
"Battlefield traces... they used Mental Strength to tell you this?"
If it had been any other Supreme capable of transmitting such detailed information through Mental Strength, he would definitely have demanded an explanation.
But since it came from those people, he merely asked the question.
After receiving a positive answer, he sighed softly. "Such methods... good thing we didn't open fire first."
The Young Master was displeased. "If not for my insistence, we wouldn't have gotten to know them. Uncle Chen, what exactly are these battlefield traces?"
"It means exactly what it says," the Supreme bodyguard replied casually. "Their attacks may have involved certain secret arts!"
"So... it's taboo?" the Young Master said thoughtfully.
Born into wealth and privilege, he understood such taboos. Still, he was reluctant to let it go. "But cleaning up the battlefield..."
"You really aren't afraid of dying," Uncle Chen couldn't help mocking him. "Even if they let us clean up the battlefield, would you dare go?"
"Why wouldn't I?" the Young Master said indifferently. "You don't think they lack surveillance methods, do you?"
The Supreme bodyguard rolled his eyes. His Young Master's nerves really were abnormally thick.
But on second thought, if the Young Master hadn't encountered Digital Phantom during this trip into the Black Zone, who knew what would have happened to him? Uncle Chen had initially believed that, with himself as a Supreme and their formidable Armed Merchant Ship, there would be no problem joining in on the excitement.
He had anticipated that the Black Zone might