Shen Ye leaned against the wall, sitting in the stairwell.
A few Professionals had just left from his side.
——The idea of saving a checkpoint, the vast majority of people would be tempted.
To exchange some treasures for another chance at life, that's also totally acceptable.
Shen Ye took stock of various things.
The harvest was indeed not small.
And they were all according to his requirements, all treasures that didn't cost him anything to use.
It was almost enough already.
Should he enter that world now to see what's really going on?
Shen Ye pondered, not deciding for the moment.
There came a noise from below the stairs.
A crew-cut youth with pristine white wings appeared in the stairwell, his face solemn.
White Night Spirit King!
"I received a message, someone is selling save points—so it was you."
The expert of Truth Eighth Rank spoke.
