This was no longer a question of confidence. The sudden thought of raising himself to Li Hongjiu's level had startled even him.
What a monstrous talent Li Hongjiu was, a leading disciple of a prestigious great sect, whose master was the sect leader of one of the Ten Great Sects.
Where had such a wild fancy come from? How had he even thought to put himself on the same footing as that man? With his background in a tiny sect, how had he dared entertain it?
The instant the thought arose, his nerve faltered. How could he invent a refining technique of his own in such a short time just because he wanted to?
He was no fool. Even Li Hongjiu's refining technique probably hadn't been created on the spot. The man's earlier boast that he would definitely beat Luo Shengsheng showed that he had possessed that method for some time, unlike him, dreaming of conjuring one out of thin air in the little time he had now.
But did he have a choice?
Continuing with the refining method he knew was useless now. If he started over, he probably wouldn't even beat the others who had absorbed Three Divine Flames.
Whether he continued refining with the old method or not, the outcome wouldn't change.
So he could either accept his fate or give it a try.
Did that even require a choice? Trying couldn't make the outcome any worse. Why not give himself a chance? Did he lack even the courage to try?
He looked at Shi Chun again, meeting his puzzled gaze once more. He gazed at that face-the face of the man who, whenever they reached a dead end, exhausted every means and every ounce of strength to bring them back from the brink. Wisps of courage