The Third Trial

At last, peace and quiet. Bai Yang felt as if even the sunlight had grown brighter. Honestly, anyone would go crazy if they had a chatterbox beside them constantly rattling on like a machine gun.

Speaking of sunlight, Bai Yang only then realized how much time had slipped by. It was already nearly evening, yet Tian Yin Sect's so-called third trial had still not arrived.

Though it was nearly evening, days in this world were long. Even in winter, there were still several hours before nightfall.

Looking at the serene mountain peaks shrouded in clouds and mist, Bai Yang really couldn't figure out what Tian Yin Sect was up to.

He had come to borrow the Tian Yin Bell, but instead he'd inexplicably been put through these so-called trials. Bai Yang felt as if he'd walked onto the wrong set. He wanted to go directly to Tian Yin Sect's higher-ups, but they had to be willing to see him first.

"Wait, I think I've overlooked something..."

A flash of insight crossed his mind and vanished, but Bai Yang failed to catch it. Frowning in thought, he felt that if he could grasp that key point, he might be able to settle the matter of borrowing the Tian Yin Bell with ease.

But damn it, he couldn't remember.

This happened to plenty of people. They knew a certain issue was crucial, yet just couldn't recall it—and it could drive them mad. Bai Yang was in exactly that predicament.

After racking his brains for a long while without figuring it out, Bai Yang simply gave up. Maybe the answer would come to him when he wasn't thinking about it.

For some reason, Bai Yang felt that something was off. He looked around, startled to find that the others nearby seemed to be