In the Spirit Realm of the Old Days Graveyard.
Zhao Tianxing stood before the camera, feeling somewhat nervous.
Countless memories churned through his mind, and he could not help wondering how he had made it here, step by step.
He remembered his years at Songyang High School, the experience of becoming a Soul Cultivator after death, his days studying at Soul Cultivator Junior College, saving money by living in utter darkness, and how, in that endless darkness, someone had finally hired hi—
"Chief Zhao! Chief Zhao! We're already filming." Lines of subtitles appeared before Zhao Tianxing. It was Mo Tianyi calling to him.
Zhao Tianxing abruptly came back to his senses. "Right, I'm filming a promotional video."
"But am I really suited for promotion? Won't a junior college Soul Cultivator like me be hated by the people in the Sect Layer?"
"What if I affect the company because of myself?"
"Will Minister Zhang be disappointed in me?"
Zhao Tianxing subconsciously looked at Zhang Yu's profile picture in his contacts, at Zhang Yu's last message: "Strong."
Seeing that, Zhao Tianxing suddenly felt his tense, conflicted emotions gradually relax.
Zhao Tianxing had never believed in himself.
Because he knew that he had never been anyone impressive. Perhaps with his Junior College to Bachelor's Degree credentials, he could be considered a highly educated talent in Kunxu First Layer.
But compared to students from the Top Ten Universities, he was merely an insignificant presence.
So Zhao Tianxing never believed in himself, but he believed in Zhang Yu's judgment. Just like in the Civil Engineering Competition, the Top Ten League, the University War... he believed Zhang Yu could lead them to victory again and again.
"Since the minister thinks I can do it, then I definitely can." The formidable computational power from the Calculation Pool