"Hey, tell me, do you think Instructor Lin is serious?"
As night deepened, the recruits washing up in the dormitory were subdued and silent, lacking every trace of the energy they had shown when they first entered the Training Camp that morning. It was as if they all had something weighing on their minds.
"What do you think?" The recruit beside him rolled his eyes and pointed toward the roof of the dormitory building opposite them.
Under the moonlight, endless Spider Silk stretched between the buildings. A huge, grotesque Man-faced Spider lay silently crouched high in the air, its scarlet compound eyes constantly fixed on the recruits below, cold and terrifying.
The recruit who had asked the question could not help swallowing.
"But didn't he say the official training starts tomorrow?"
"Yeah. Otherwise, that spider wouldn't just be watching us. It would've pounced down and chased us around already."
"Isn't this way too ridiculous? Can they really be that brutal?"
"I don't buy it. It's probably like that preliminary assessment before—creating this tense atmosphere to squeeze out our potential.
"I think so too. What Night Watchmen train recruits like this?"
"..."
Amid the chattering crowd, Fang Mo calmly set down his toothbrush, draped his towel over his shoulder, and silently headed toward the dormitory.
Just then, his steps halted. As if sensing something, he suddenly turned to look downstairs.
A dark crimson figure flashed past without a sound.
Fang Mo's eyes gradually lit up!
"Lord Qi Ye!"
A few minutes later, Fang Mo, dressed in recruit uniform, hurried into the shadows at the edge of the dormitory building and spoke excitedly.
Lin Qiye turned around helplessly and made a shushing gesture at him.
"Keep it down. No one else saw you come over, right?"
"No, Lord Qi Ye."
"Mm.