What exactly had I come to Thieves' Den for?
Yan Qing's first reaction was bewilderment. Unlike the others, he wasn't a thief at all. His entire family background was spotless; he had merely transmigrated into this instance by accident and been forced to follow this group of thieves around, killing and burning wherever they went. If they were ever captured by the Divine Marquis Manor, Yan Qing felt he could explain himself. At most, he should count as an accomplice who had been coerced.
As for Black Wolf, White Fox, and Red Snake, some had deliberately become thieves to enter Thieves' Den, while others had become thieves and tried their luck, hoping Thieves' Den would recruit them. Whatever the case, they all had ulterior motives. Subjectively, they had criminal intent; objectively, they had committed crimes. Yan Qing was different. He simply had nowhere else to go and didn't dare step into the jungle of reality, where the strong preyed on the weak. That was why he had remained in Thieves' Den... He was only trying to survive.
Yet the instant he arrived at this answer, Yan Qing realized how absurd it was.
Because he was already safe.
Night Four was about to reach the Second Turn, Jiang Shi was about to reach the Third Turn, and once Rat Monk arrived at Xuanwu Lake Military Town, he would be able to reach the Second Turn within a few days and then charge toward the Third Turn. Not to mention these lower-level accounts—even after Yan Qing exchanged for an Advanced Blade Technique on the Trading Board and used the two Secret Skill Books, all that remained would be painstaking refinement. Reaching the Third Turn would be smooth sailing.
A Third Rank Herald would count as a top expert anywhere, especially since he