"Isn't the training trial once every hundred years? It's only been eighty eight years."
"I don't know what's going on either. Anyway, it opened in advance. Didn't you notice how many people have returned to the Demon territory recently?"
"No wonder. I was wondering why the guards in every city have suddenly become so strict."
"Training trial…?"
Ethan repeated the words silently in his heart.
He remained calm on the surface, continuing to eat and drink, but his hearing was fully opened. In the noisy inn, conversations overlapped like ripples on water, yet fragments of useful information were steadily pieced together in his mind.
An early training trial.
A large-scale recall of demon cultivators.
Stricter control of cities and passes.
This was not a coincidence.
Something big was brewing in the demon territory.
