It's not that his own mana is lacking, nor that he's inadequately prepared, but no matter how well-prepared he is, the probability always remains at ninety percent, with the remaining ten percent belonging to accidents.
Lin Fan saw that the Sect Leader He was feeling very disheartened and didn't want him to feel even more gloomy, so he gently said, "Do you understand the beauty of incompleteness?"
"The beauty of incompleteness?"
"The ancients said: When Heaven places a great responsibility on this person, it first tests their will, exhausts their body, starves their flesh, and leaves them lacking."
"Senior Lin, are you saying my future will be bright?"
"Well… you can interpret it that way."
Lin Fan nodded, not too assertively, yet offered comfort to him, knowing how adequately he prepared for advancing to the Nascent Soul stage and how much hope others have placed on him.
With Lin Fan's comfort, the distress in Sect Leader He's expression gradually dissipated.
