Milton Cheney's consciousness gradually shifted from being heavily clouded into alertness.
Before him, Mansour had vanished. Instead, reflected in his sight was Ian, wearing an expression of shock as he stared at him.
Even Potter, standing next to Ian, had disbelief reflected in his eyes at that moment.
Potter surveyed Milton up and down, as if he were looking at an uncut jade.
"Congratulations, you passed the Guardian's Trial perfectly."
Amidst Milton's perplexed gaze, Potter addressed him.
He had passed the trial flawlessly!
Within the three thousand years he was aware of, among the twenty-two people who had merged with the Guardian Sea, Milton was the first.
As for those below Milton, the best trial evaluation was merely of Ordinary Level.
Milton nodded slightly.
The memories of the trial gradually became somewhat blurred, but Milton could still recall the rough outlines.
