Sand Sea (1)

Shen Yuxi quietly followed in the middle of the group, enjoying the rare chance to slack off.

Other than that ignorant trial when he had first entered the sect, this was the first time he had entered a secret realm without needing to serve as the leader.

Whether it had been the sect's routine training expeditions or secret realm explorations in the past, he had always walked at the very front of the group—he had to plan the route, anticipate dangers, and constantly divide his attention to watch over the junior brothers and sisters behind him. His nerves had always been stretched taut as a fully drawn bowstring.

But this time, Senior Brother Chu Shihan was in front taking charge of the overall situation, while Ninth Martial Uncle held the rear. At last, he could temporarily set down his burden and act like an ordinary disciple, without needing to worry over every little thing or remain vigilant at all times.

He did not need to consider the bigger picture, nor did he have heavy responsibilities weighing on his shoulders. He only needed to spare a sliver of attention for the safety of his fellow disciples around him—this long-lost sense of ease was simply too wonderful.

He even secretly mused, How wonderful would it be if Senior Brother could handle all these leadership matters from now on?

Thinking this, he felt a burst of relief, and even his breathing seemed to flow more smoothly.

It was precisely because of this that, while everyone else wore grave expressions and worked together in tense readiness, a thought utterly out of place amid the tense atmosphere drifted into everyone's ears without warning:

"Finally, it's my turn to enjoy the blessing of not having to take responsibility. This feels great."

The disciples silently facepalmed inwardly.