Chapter 76: Ninth...spirit roots.
The frog’s grin widened as he leaned on his gnarled cane. "Hohoho... such fine talent, frozen by two little boxes. You hold fates in your hands every day, disciples live or die at your orders. Why hesitate now?"
Zhao Fan said nothing at the frog’s words... It seems they knows what’s going on.
To his left, Pan Wei expressed his frustration quietly, stating, "This is highly imbalanced. This situation does not resemble a trial; it feels more like a gamble,"
And he certainly wasn’t wrong. In fact, when you take a closer look at the situation and consider all the factors involved, it becomes increasingly clear that his perspective was not only valid but also insightful.
It’s either you win big or you go home, no in-betweens.
"No," Ling’er murmured.
"It’s worse. It’s a belief. The trial isn’t about picking the right box; it’s about whether we think we picked it."
Zhao Fan glanced at her, a look of surprise crossing his face but it was quickly composed into a cold face.
He hadn’t been expecting such an astute observation from her. The weight of her words hung in the air, compelling him to reconsider his previous stance.
Could there really be a way to distinguish the box that grants the rewards and that doesn’t?
She wasn’t wrong; in fact, her analysis was spot on, shedding light on nuances he had overlooked.
It wasn’t the choice itself that mattered... it was the state of mind in which it was made.