The unknown is always the most frightening thing; a single Hidden Occupation hanging over your head like a sword poised to strike at any moment, and yet you have no idea when it will fall, let alone from which direction it will come.
Completely clueless about how to defend yourself.
However, all of this didn't have much to do with Chen Miao. He wasn't particularly concerned about the "Ascetic Monk" occupation right now; he was more preoccupied with something far more important.
"That..."
A shadow of guilt flashed in the Black Doctor's eyes as he whispered weakly, "There's been a slight deviation in the plan, Miao. The 'Zhiren Race' within your body hasn't been completely eradicated. It looks like ten journeys to the secret realm just won't be enough."
"Hmm?"
Chen Miao's brows furrowed slightly, and after pondering for a moment, he let out a light sigh, "It's okay. How about another ten times, will that be enough?"