"Are you sure? Yang Fan, don't be soft-hearted!" Mo Zhong said sternly, knowing that if they judged wrongly, the consequences would be nearly hopeless for everyone.
"Yes, I am sure, Senior Mo and all the seniors, I am sure I can do it!"
Everyone was still willing to trust Yang Fan since he had already created many miracles along the way. But the problem is, willingness to believe is one thing, being able to believe is another.
In this matter, trust couldn't play a major role anymore. Trusting Yang Fan didn't mean believing in Yang Fan's future strength; believing in Yang Fan also didn't mean Yang Fan could truly achieve it.
After all, in this world, there are far too many accidents, really too many.
Not to mention the distant ones, but just in the recent hundred years, so many geniuses have emerged, each shocking the entire Nine Heavens Continent upon appearance.
But what happened to those geniuses in the end? They fell, died, disappeared—utterly gone.
