"Do you think that if we open this thing, three hundred Spartans from the Mysterious Side will really rush out?"
Qianqian stood in front of the Hall of Gathering's entrance, her thoughts already completely focused on the idea that there were "certainly three hundred Spartans" on the other side of the door. Seeing the eager look on her face, I couldn't help but throw cold water on the idea: "More likely, three hundred Spartans rushing out to fight with us... And who said there had to be three hundred people here anyway?" Qianqian waved her hand and confidently flipped her hair: "Catch the spirit!"
