What kind of person is he…?
Why does everyone stand on his side?
The moment Zhu Zhuqing showed no intention of intervening, Yu Xiaogang felt something inside him finally shatter.
His heart turned cold.
He slowly turned to Liu Erlong, his voice hoarse and heavy with suppressed emotion.
"Erlong… is this truly your choice?"
"After all these years… is this really the path you've chosen?"
"I…"
Liu Erlong opened her mouth, but no words came out.
Her gaze wavered between Yu Xiaogang and Bai Mu, turmoil written plainly in her eyes.
She wanted to deny it.
Wanted to say she had never chosen anything.
But she couldn't deny what had already happened.
Before she could speak again, Bai Mu stepped forward.
"Grandmaster," he said coolly,
"what right do you have to question her?"
His voice was firm, unyielding.
"Dean Erlong has made her stance clear. Rongrong and the others do not object. You are the only one refusing to accept it."
Yu Xiaogang's face darkened.
Bai Mu continued without hesitation.
"You say I'm unworthy?"
"I became a Spirit Douluo at this age."
As his words fell, the air changed.
A terrifying pressure swept across the training ground.
One by one, spirit rings rose from beneath Bai Mu's feet—
Yellow.
Purple.
Purple.
Purple.
Black.
Black.
Black.
Blood-red.
The final ring—crimson, ancient, overwhelming.
A hundred-thousand-year spirit ring.
The entire training ground fell silent.
No one spoke.
No one even breathed.
"A… a hundred-thousand-year spirit ring…?"
Someone whispered, voice trembling.
Even the Shrek teachers were frozen in place.
Yu Xiaogang stood rooted to the ground, his mind blank.
Impossible…
How could this be possible…?
He had struggled his entire life against the limits of talent.
And yet this young man before him—
Spirit Douluo.
Hundred-thousand-year ring.
A monster.
A genius beyond reason.
When Bai Mu withdrew his spirit rings, the pressure faded—but the shock remained.
He looked calmly at Yu Xiaogang.
"Now tell me, Grandmaster,"
"do you still believe her choice is wrong?"
Yu Xiaogang's lips trembled.
No words came.
Bai Mu's gaze sharpened.
"And more importantly—what are you to her?"
The question struck like a blade.
Yu Xiaogang opened his mouth—
Then froze.
What was he?
A man who once loved her…
Yet abandoned her because of fear and bloodline.
Someone who had no right to interfere anymore.
"…I understand now," Bai Mu said quietly.
Then, with a faint, ironic smile, he added:
"Ah—Grandmaster… no."
He bowed slightly.
"Brother-in-law."
The words detonated in Yu Xiaogang's mind.
His face turned deathly pale.
He staggered back as if struck by lightning.
"How… do you know…?"
Liu Erlong's eyes trembled.
"Xiaogang…"
Bai Mu's tone softened, but his words cut deep.
"You chose solitude."
"But she endured loneliness."
"She carried the academy. The burden. The years."
"You weren't there."
Yu Xiaogang's fists clenched until his knuckles turned white.
He couldn't refute a single word.
Finally, he closed his eyes.
When he opened them again, they were empty—aged, exhausted.
"…You've made your choice, Erlong."
He turned and walked away.
Each step heavier than the last.
Liu Erlong reached out instinctively—
Then stopped.
Her hand slowly fell.
Tears slid down her face.
She knew… this was the end.
Bai Mu stood beside her, steady and unmoving.
"From now on," he said calmly,
"I will stand in front of her."
"No one else needs to."
Liu Erlong leaned against him, silent tears soaking his shoulder.
And behind them—
The past finally closed its door.
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