"Alright, I've said my piece." Qin Feng shrugged, spreading his hands, "Now, it's left or right, heaven or hell, the choice is yours."
"..."
Everyone looked at each other, unsure of what to do.
Finally.
One person said, "So... if we attack Ten Thousand Soul Mountain, what are the odds of winning?"
"Haha."
Qin Feng chuckled, as if the question were too childish, and said, "I ask you, do I look like a fool?"
"..."
That person quickly shook their head.
Qin Feng continued, "That's right, if I weren't confident, do you think I'd be foolish enough to go to Ten Thousand Soul Mountain and die?"
"..."
Upon hearing this, everyone felt there was some truth to his words.
If he weren't confident, who would be foolish enough to oppose the Holy Soul Hall?
So does this mean following him is the correct choice?
The people began to discuss.
Seeing this, Qin Feng knew they had made their decision and said, "Prepare now! Follow the order, storm Ten Thousand Soul Mountain!"
