With that, she slowly rose to her feet, her robes fluttering gently in the night breeze. Her gaze fell upon Yang Jing, filled with a touch of relief. "I was worried you might grow despondent after losing the contest for the top prospect. As it turns out, your will is more resilient than I anticipated. I see I was worried for nothing."
She paused for a moment before continuing, "I can see that unwavering confidence in your eyes. On the path of the Martial Dao, confidence is the sharpest blade for clearing a path through the thorns. Only by believing in yourself without a shred of doubt can you travel far along this perilous road."
As her voice faded, Bai Bing slowly turned her head to gaze at the hazy, moon-drenched mountains in the distance. Her voice was soft, yet tinged with gravity. "But if you let fear take root in your own heart and lack confidence, what great achievements could you possibly hope for?"
