"No wonder it's you. You actually figured out this ancient castle's operating mechanism and advancement rules from so few clues and bits of information." The Asura Demon Sword had witnessed quite a few displays of Mo Lin's intelligence, so it was no longer surprised.
However, after receiving the Asura Demon Sword's confirmation, Mo Lin frowned, seemingly contemplating something troublesome.
"Hey, even if my praise just now wasn't particularly passionate, I didn't insult you, did I? Do you have to make that face?" the Asura Demon Sword asked.
"It's nothing. It's not because of what you just said. Of course I'm happy to have confirmed that my thoughts were correct, but I suddenly remembered something very important. If it happens, the consequences will conflict greatly with what I had in mind." The grave expression on Mo Lin's face as he answered made it clear that if the matter he spoke of occurred, it would indeed be extremely dangerous.
"If you've got something to say, say it~ What's with the distance between us? Don't just think about it by yourself. Right now, I'm the highest-ranking administrator here. If there's a problem, I'll definitely do everything I can to solve it." If the Asura Demon Sword had hands and a body, it would probably have been repeatedly thumping its chest in assurance.
Mo Lin was currently irritated, and the issue troubling him was not something vague or difficult to explain. It was simply the number of divine trials: "Demon Sword, I know quite a bit about these divine trials as well. The trials bestowed by gods are divided into ranks. Different ranks mean different levels of difficulty. Like the colors of soul rings, from low to high, they are White Rank Trials, Yellow Rank Trials, Purple Rank Trials, Black Rank Trials, and red