Everyone looked at Long Aotian differently now.
Long Aotian's back suddenly seemed especially handsome—so handsome it was beyond measure.
Bai Menpiaopiao's face turned bright red as she nervously tugged at Bai Menkeke's sleeve. "Miss, he'll become the Grand Dean of the Elder Council someday! And a great hero who saves the world!"
Bai Menkeke nodded. "But... in the end, he'll also save the world by..."
Zhao Ritian's eyes reddened. He walked over and grabbed Long Aotian's shoulders with both hands. "Long Aotian."
"Yeah."
Zhao Ritian choked up and could not get a word out for a long while, struggling to calm himself down.
Long Aotian was getting tired of waiting. He tilted his head slightly, frowning at him as he waited for this sentimental idiot to calm down.
Zhao Ritian held back his grief for a long time, then gritted his teeth and hardened his heart.
"Go die!"
Zhao Ritian shoved Long Aotian away with all his strength, then walked aside and turned his back to everyone.
"I'm not crying! Long Aotian's just Long Aotian. Being able to die for humanity like that is his good fortune. What do I have to be sad about?"
"That guy who sprays shit and can't get it up, getting an ending like this is his good fortune. I'm not happy enough yet!"
"What am I happy about?! In the end, it's because he wasn't skilled enough himself..."
Everyone looked at Zhao Ritian and wanted to laugh.
Who even asked you?
Still, this idiot was rather endearing in this state.
The way everyone looked at him was now filled with almost parental affection and approval.
The Dragon War God said, "Zhao Ritian, you have an ending of your own too."
Zhao Ritian wiped away his tears with his back turned to them. "Fine. Let's