"Girl, move aside." Taishu Yongsheng looked at Qian Du helplessly. "Are you really going to let that boy slaughter the entire Human race?"
"Dean, I don't want to see him wipe out the Human race, but I'm even less willing to see you harm Mu Yang—he was forced into this."
"If it was unavoidable before, is it unavoidable now?" Taishu Yongsheng pointed with the branch in his hand at Li Mu Yang, who was charging recklessly after the fleeing dragons. "Who can force him now? Miss Winner, step aside at once."
"No." Qian Du said stubbornly, "Dean, I won't allow you to hurt Mu Yang—unless you intend to kill me along with him."
"You little rascal, you really are—" Taishu Yongsheng had been thoroughly worn down by Qian Du. Truthfully, he liked this clever, beautiful, young student immensely. She had already displayed such a broad outlook at her age; given time, her future would be limitless.
She had been born a princess of the Peacock Dynasty. Clearly, Taishu Yongsheng's expectations for her were far higher than the position she currently occupied.
Far, far higher than that—higher than ever before.
Yet this child was also prone to the mistake all young men and women in the world were prone to making: letting emotion blind her to the truth.
"Dean, please, don't hurt Li Mu Yang. If we want the Human and Dragon races to merge, we can't keep planting hatred in his heart."
Taishu Yongsheng sighed softly. "Then he has to know when to stop. They may all be fools, but they are still of the Human race—are you really going to stand by and watch him kill every last one of them?"
Roar—
The White Dragon breathed dragonfire, burning the last two humans who dared to attack him into ashes.