"Then let's give it a shot, regardless of win or lose—"
The people remembered Mount Holy Pact, perhaps one day they would also remember everything that happened here.
In the heavy gazes of the people, gradually there was a trace of starlight. Although they knew in their hearts, how much attention does the First World really get? Perhaps soon people would gradually forget everything that happened here.
But a voice not very loud began to rise, gradually overshadowing everyone's voice:
"Give it a shot, no matter win or lose—this sounds full of courage."
"However, everyone, that's not what I want at all."
Everyone was taken aback, turning to look in the direction the voice came from. Fang Hong was standing by the wooden table, silently watching these brave people, gently shaking his head.
