The So-Called Trial

Feng Man woke before Gu Yina.

When he came to, he was still dazed. He had clearly died—so why had he awakened still aboard the Gondola?

Reincarnation? Or a dream?

Feng Man stayed silent for a long while before suddenly remembering something. He looked at Gu Yina in his arms and saw that her eyes were still shut, sweat soaking her entire body. He hesitated, wanting to wake her with a pat.

But the moment he raised his hand, Angel's voice sounded beside his ear. "Her trial isn't over yet. If you wake her now, all you'll do is make her fail it."

A trial? Feng Man looked up at Angel in the front seat.

"My lord, the shipwreck, everyone's deaths, and the demons chasing us... it was all just a trial? Just a trial?!" At first, his voice held shock and doubt, but by the end, it sounded like an accusation.

Angel gave Feng Man a faint glance, coldness contained in his eyes.

Feng Man shuddered, only then remembering that the person before him was no ordinary man. His tone had clearly been disrespectful.

Feng Man lowered his head and apologized in an almost inaudible voice.

"I told you before that you would face a trial. You were given so much time to prepare—did you truly have no measure of what a trial would entail?" Angel said coldly.

Feng Man wanted to say something, but after opening his mouth, he slowly closed it again.

Circumstances were stronger than he was. All he could do was hold himself back.

Time passed slowly. Duru had already flown the Gondola to the outskirts of the Pamiji Plateau. Though they had not yet entered the plateau, they could already sense the strange feeling emanating from it.

"My lord, should we go in?" Duru