On the training grounds.
The Human Race's Professionals were assembling.
They formed battle formations, ready to depart at any moment.
-Everything was going smoothly.
Too smoothly.
Shen Ye felt inexplicably uneasy.
He took a deep breath, trying to relax, only to find the muscles throughout his body growing tighter and tighter.
Several lines of Faint Glowing Text quietly appeared:
"You have faced certain death several times, but each time, at the very last instant, you saved yourself by returning to the Place of Exile." "This unique experience has given you a perception of death surpassing that of all living beings." "You have become more sensitive."
That wasn't right.
Shen Ye found it increasingly strange.
Normally, the first time should be the most sensitive. After doing it more often, you should get increasingly used to it and last longer.
Why was he getting more sensitive instead?
-His Unique Talent?
"We're running out of time, Shen Ye. Open the gate and take these people to the Royal City."
Xiao Mengyu's voice suddenly rang out.
Shen Ye abruptly came back to himself.
Looking down, he found that he had already gripped the Netherglow Blade tightly without realizing it.
He had almost drawn the long blade.
What exactly was wrong?
"Yes," he agreed as he thought, "we need to hurry and take them back to the Royal City."
Let's go.
Whatever happened, things had to keep moving.
Shen Ye rallied himself and raised his hand to open a gate, then suddenly stopped again.
He had a terrible feeling.
Something extremely serious was definitely about to happen.
But he had absolutely no idea what it was!
What should he do?
He exhaled, his gaze falling on the female Sword Cultivator beside him.
Time to reassess the mission-
*His mission was to protect Xiao