1018 A Fools’ Camp

Time slipped fast.

In a blink of eyes, the Residence of Nine Supremes had done four missions now including the first one with the frequency of one execution every ten days.

It meant that forty days had passed. Three months and twenty days left to the Celestial Luck Banner battle.

The disciples were no longer satisfied with tailing their masters and combating weaker targets. Gradually, they became the first to attack and many of them succeeded. The younger ones, especially, were indomitable when faced with experts of the same level; their confidence was developed bit by bit and was beginning to bloat.

The atmosphere in the residence slowly became livelier as interaction increased on the daily.

"I've killed two people today."

"What does it feel like…"

"Scary. I still can't eat for now. It's nauseating... like someone is behind me every time I turn…"

"It's alright. Don't worry. It'll be fine when you kill a few more people."