Ye Tian watched the man before him sharpen his blade. Something rang within him, and his mind went blank for an instant.
"What is it?"
Shen was now unusually concerned about Ye Tian's condition, like a bird startled by the mere twang of a bowstring. This place's strangeness had likely worn away what little courage remained in him.
Without betraying anything, Ye Tian gently shook his head. Closing his eyes, he once more sensed the immortal essence within his body. As before, it showed no sign of loosening, seemingly frozen solid within his meridians.
"You latecomers always stir up the monsters hidden in this mist whenever you enter it. Without proper precautions, I fear you will not make it very far."
The short blade in the man's hand was jet-black, and the scraping sound it made against the whetstone was somewhat piercing.
"I have not yet asked for Senior's esteemed name."
Ye Tian asked in a low voice.
"I was merely a hurried passerby in this mortal world. Why ask my name? If you need something to call me, call me the Blade Sharpener. I have wandered this damned place for who knew how long, and only this blade has kept me company..."
The man seemed finally to have finished sharpening the blade in his hand. He wiped it with his sleeve, then flipped his hand and put away both the whetstone and his black short blade.
"Then... Senior Blade Sharpener, after exploring this mist for so many years, have you found any clues on how to leave this place?"
Ye Tian probed.
Yet the black-clad man calling himself the Blade Sharpener merely glanced at him and said coldly.
"If I knew any clues about leaving, I would not be wasting words with you here. But danger lurks on all