"The training the day after tomorrow has been arranged outside the safe zone. I hope you can come back alive."
Teacher Fu Ye's words directly interrupted Mo Fan's thoughts, because this was the first time he had heard the other man say that he might die.
"Is this training going to be dangerous?"
Mo Fan was puzzled, but Teacher Fu Ye merely shook his head.
"You are simply too weak. Even if I wanted to tell you many things, you would be unable to bear the consequences."
Hearing Teacher Fu Ye's words, Mo Fan felt both nervous and utterly confused.
"What exactly do you mean?"
It felt as though ants were crawling through Mo Fan's heart. Knowing there was danger ahead while having no idea what kind of danger he would face tormented him greatly.
"What do I mean? Then let me ask you this: in the world of mages as you understand it, do those top-tier mages truly represent justice?"
Mo Fan pondered briefly before answering without hesitation.
"They might not represent justice, but they would never allow mages to slaughter innocent people!"
Yet upon receiving Mo Fan's answer, Teacher Fu Ye shook his head helplessly.
"That is why you are still too naive. Some people clearly know that this training expedition is sending you out to die, yet they turn a blind eye and use fresh blood like you as worthless experimental material."
Teacher Fu Ye's words made Mo Fan's pupils contract violently. No matter what, he could not believe something so absurd could exist.
"You..."
He wanted to say something, but the words would not come out.
Teacher Fu Ye casually waved a hand, a trace of pity in his gaze as he looked at him.
"See? Weaklings with such low strength as you cannot even control