Troublesome—
I hope they're not targeting me—
Otherwise, this situation really was a bit of a headache—
After trying again, Shen Jixing faced those increasingly tangled threads of karma.
Like a small-town exam grinder staring at countless sets of not-too-difficult test papers—except there were so many that he could never possibly finish them all—Shen Jixing sincerely felt a pain in the balls.
All he could say was—
The current situation really was difficult for him to handle.
He could clearly sense that something was wrong.
But what exactly was wrong? Was someone targeting him?—He knew absolutely nothing.
As for suspicious targets?
There were simply too many to count.
What could he do?
He did not know what he should do either.
He could not possibly use the brute-force method and investigate them one by one, could he?
And what if he uncovered some other bizarre problems in the process?
More importantly, he did not even know whether the person secretly pulling strings was someone from [Illusory Color Extreme Profound Heaven]. That alone made him unwilling to seek help from his nominal teammates.
What if one of those teammates was the one behind it all? Then he would be utterly screwed—
Thus—
The more Shen Jixing thought about it,
The more his head hurt.
He could only hope that the person behind the scenes was not targeting him.
If that was the case,
He would be more than willing to pretend he knew nothing.
After all, he had not sensed much danger from it before.
He had merely noticed that something seemed a little off.
It was like accidentally discovering that someone was secretly stirring up trouble nearby, without being sure whether it had anything to do with him.
This made Shen Jixing genuinely unwilling to fight the other party to