Has Shen Hao been moving along smoothly?
Smooth my ass!
Every single step feels like walking on thin ice, cautious and trembling. Let's not even talk about all the life-or-death fights he's been through. Now things are looking up, but the black beast tattoo on his chest is still a total mystery—who knows, maybe it'll devour his soul the moment he falls asleep. Shen Hao has no way to deal with it for now, can only hope that as his cultivation level grows he'll figure out something.
All in all, whatever glory Shen Hao shows on the surface, only he knows how passive he really is inside.
But passive doesn't mean surrender. He keeps doing what needs to be done, bit by bit figuring out what this black beast tattoo is all about.
After handing over the order to Tang Qingyuan, Shen Hao went home, took a bath, and crashed into bed. He's barely slept well these past days—now he doesn't want to think about anything, just regain some energy first.
