Three months had passed from the moment Davis and the others entered the Nine-Treasured Palace. In other words, ninety days or nine days on the outside. The situation outside was unknown, so they all couldn't help but worry one way or another, but they didn't want to make a mistake in these challenges by being hasty.
While Davis and Myria stood in front of the chamber, a crimson-robed woman abruptly appeared in front of them, her crimson eyes appearing complex.
"You're really going to challenge the trial the eighth time? There's no going back."
"Yes."
Davis simply nodded to Shirley, causing her to heave a gentle sigh as she raised her hand and touched his chest.
"Just remember that your life isn't yours alone. It's ours."
"I understand."
