Face the trials of so many fallen heroes?
Qin An frowned slightly when he heard those words.
He did not know what they meant, nor did he understand the mystery behind them.
And what Liu Yebai had said earlier sounded rather cryptic. Qin An was curious about what exactly was going on.
After walking over to Liu Yebai, Qin An asked, "You've said this much, so just tell me. What kind of trial will I face once I go in? Then I'll decide whether to enter."
He was no reckless brute. In fact, he had made it this far from Anding County not through sheer recklessness, but by keeping a careful mind beneath a rough exterior.
At every step, he tried to make the most of his strengths, expand on them, and seek a secure footing before advancing.
So if Liu Yebai said he could walk to the center and face the fallen heroes' trials, he needed to know what those trials were.
Liu Yebai smiled faintly, then said slowly, "It's simple. Two words: question your heart."
"Question my heart? What does that mean?" Qin An's frown deepened.
Liu Yebai's answer was vague.
Qin An felt that the vaguer something was, the greater the price it demanded—and the greater the consequences he would have to bear.
Liu Yebai thought for a moment before offering a clearer explanation.
"There won't be any danger here, but your own strength won't help you, either. The fallen heroes have been affected by the Curse. Though their consciences are clear, they've all suffered from it to some degree."
"So the Curse has stirred the most vulnerable parts of their hearts. To question your heart means stirring the most vulnerable part of yours, too. And it truly is vulnerable."
"If you pass that trial after entering,