Before Lin Yin could speak, Xin Xiaoyan suddenly strode quickly over to stand by Wang Zhan and Song Dongming, then glared angrily at Lin Yin.
She had found her backing.
Lin Yin felt a sudden, major headache coming on.
"If you were ordinary Martial Artists, I wouldn't urge you at all! But you are different. You three are all geniuses. You have only just taken the first step on the path of martial arts. No one wants you to fall now," Lin Yin said helplessly.
"There's a first time for everything," Wang Zhan said. "I would feel guilty if I retreated at this critical moment."
"That's right!" Xin Xiaoyan nodded emphatically.
"But…" Just as Lin Yin was about to speak, she was interrupted by Wang Zhan.
"General Lin, we've heard this kind of talk countless times. Things like, 'We're still young, our future is long, don't take risks carelessly.'"
Wang Zhan shook his head slightly. "We've heard too much of that."
