"How could this happen? They're not just scaring us, right?"
"I don't think so. This time, they've made such a big deal out of it, it's probably for real. What should we do? Our strength is too weak. We were only here to experience it, there's no way we can pass the selection. I think we should just withdraw?"
"Do we really have to withdraw? Wouldn't that be too embarrassing? What would we say when we go back?"
"I don't care, my family has been a single heir for three generations; I can't die here. I'm withdrawing. With a thirty percent chance of death, that could easily apply to me."
"I'm withdrawing!"
Soon, someone stood up.
The elder on the paper crane glanced indifferently, nodding slightly, "Those who want to withdraw, just stand aside. I'll give you the time of ten breaths to consider. After that, there's no turning back."
