There were still nine days left, but the trial was not over.
Cheng Shi and Sun Miao had long since determined that the trial's target was Kainlaur—in other words, the War Monarch, Delvo. Thus, the remaining time was really just spent waiting for him to fulfill his long-cherished wish: clear the battlefront and announce the founding of the Nation of War atop this scorched earth and piles of corpses.
But wars were not so easy to end. Fortunately, Delvo's preparations were exceptionally thorough. Even without the players' help, he would still succeed, so the two of them had no intention of getting involved any further.
The only thought in their minds now was to wait for Little Seven, who had "learned everything she needed," to come and hunt them down.
After failing to meet her right away, Cheng Shi had followed Sun Miao away from the battlefront, wandering around the outskirts of the battlefield for quite some time.
Sun Miao had always believed that, after losing his desires and emotions, the Beast Tamer would hide himself and drag things out until the trial ended. Cheng Shi, however, firmly believed that Little Seven would definitely come looking for him. Thus, Sun Miao had compromised once again and could only find something else to do, because the Fate Weaver beside him had already begun idly spacing out.
"Aren't you going to make any preparations for the Hunter's arrival?
Taking your enemy lightly has never been a good strategy."
Whenever he heard the Wise One's reminder, Cheng Shi would nod perfunctorily, yet still do nothing.
Seeing how lazy the Fate Weaver was, Sun Miao could only assume, with a deeply furrowed brow, that he had already devised a foolproof plan. What puzzled him was that, even if Cheng Shi had absolute confidence in