Shang waited in front of the Isolation Chamber for a while.
Even for him, entering wasn't easy.
He had trained inside the Isolation Chamber three times before, and all three times had been terrifying.
"One month, 24 days, six hours," Shang said.
The Sweeper took a deep breath.
That was three hours more than last time.
Shang had nearly died last time.
"I understand," the Sweeper said.
She wanted to convince Shang not to do something like that. If he didn't stop, he would one day die to his insane training.
However, she remembered how Shang had coldly brushed off her concern earlier, and she decided not to say anything.
Shang approached the Isolation Chamber and stopped near its entrance.
His heart was racing, and his entire being was screaming at him not to enter.
