Because when Ye Qing Luo lifted her eyes, she saw those sixty over youngsters looking at her passionately from outside the main hall.
The movement in their eyes, were fluctuated with the expression of hope.
They had conveyed their conviction to Ye Qing Luo.
Her shoulders suddenly felt heavy.
But this heaviness made her heart felt satisfied.
Ye Qing Luo's gaze finally fell onto Di Mo Xuan.
They exchanged glances, and she saw the tenderness and encouragement from Di Mo Xuan's eyes.
This mercenary group's name, was to be given by her.
Ye Qing Luo's pink lips quivered, as her voice was shaky, slowly ringing, "World, we shall create our own world.
Her smile, was magnified as her lips widened.
Alluring like a blossoming rose.
"I….. promise all of you, The World."
Her slender wrist rose, as Ye Qing Luo lifted her index finger, and in mid-air, she gestured the strokes of the two words "The World".