Shen Ye lowered his head and looked at his left hand.
The golden curve on his palm still had not disappeared.
Unlike before, this time he could not see what would happen in his fate.
He could vaguely sense-
This inability to see was actually a form of protection.
Then he could only wait.
But how long would he have to wait?
At present, he was neither a slave nor able to leave the Feeding Shackle Ship.
How could he break this impasse?
Shen Ye felt somewhat uneasy.
Fate divination had been created by fusing five Guides.
It was supposedly a hidden variant that had "never appeared before."
Was the golden thread of fate reliable or not?
Shen Ye swept his gaze across the corridor.
The Professionals who had wanted to buy passes had all left.
Only a few remained, furtively hiding at the other end of the corridor, seemingly discussing something.
From time to time, they glanced his way.
Shen Ye sneered.
There were no passes left, yet these people were still here.
Did they want the Vampire King's blade?
These Professionals had also come down from the upper cabins and had never encountered his BGM, so naturally they would not be afraid of it.
Did they want to take a gamble?
"Hey, what are you up to? Want the blade in my hand?"
Shen Ye called out.
Somewhat surprised, they exchanged glances.
Two quickly left.
The remaining four stayed where they were.
"You've misunderstood. We have something to take care of. It has nothing to do with you," their leader called back.
"Really? I don't believe you."
"I'm not lying."
"Fine."
Shen Ye got up and left.
He strode down the corridor, circled around to the other side, and followed the steps toward the other side of the