484 Thoughts separated by Three Thousand Years

"What about the rest?"

Shi Xiaobai forced himself to divert the topic. Being the recipient of his own vexation and pain was enough. There was no need to share it with others.

However, this casual question was left unanswered by anyone for some unknown reason.

Shi Xiaobai was surprised as he noticed that Pulp Farmer and Feng Yuanlin had suddenly lowered their heads to avoid his gaze. Sunless remained expressionless but she had also maintained her silence.

What was going on?

"Did something happen?"

Shi Xiaobai frowned slightly as he suddenly could not help but laugh, saying, "Why isn't anyone answering? Could it be that the rest have gained the assessment program's recognition, clearing the level and reaching the eighth level?"

"Boss Shi Xiaobai, they..." Feng Yuanlin was somewhat flustered from the questioning. Just as he was about to say something, Pulp Farmer answered for him.