Inside the viewing room.
Li Dabai had long since stopped paying much attention to the childish antics of the three.
Instead, he explained to everyone, "I saw the realms of their inner demons, and I saw the limits of their talents. So far, I'm satisfied. At the very least, all three of them are willing to take responsibility for the Heavenly Tribulation in their heart's mirror."
"Zhao Ritian sees it as his undeniable duty. Long Aotian sees the Heavenly Tribulation as a touchstone that sets him apart from ordinary people. As for Lu Chengwen, he regards resisting the Heavenly Tribulation as his responsibility, except he prefers to borrow—or rather, make use of—other people's strength to withstand it while he goes off to chase girls."
"Next, we'll test their... mentality and abilities when they truly face despair."
At that moment, Mitao'er pointed at the screen, her eyes filled with surprise and tension.
Li Dabai looked at her. "I know, they're childish. Don't look at me like that. There's nothing I can do either. At present, these are the only three idiots we can find in this world. Do you think I have high hopes for them? No such thing. I, Li Dabai, have roamed the martial world for decades, and what I hate most are people with no brains, no talent, and inflated egos. So I don't admire them at all, okay!?"
Mitao'er grew nervous. "No, it's not that. They..."
"I know," Li Dabai said. "Although I don't particularly like these three fools, and I think they're embarrassing and cheap, what can I do? It looks like Hun Tiangang approves of them, and Nan Ji and Old Dia o approve of them too. Hmph, that bunch of old geezers. So a test is just a test. We'll test them and see.