What a hair-trigger temper—one disagreement and they turned on each other!
Li Mu Yang left as soon as he said he would, without arguing or making a fuss. He had no intention whatsoever of trading barbs with anyone.
He had said everything that needed saying and done everything that needed doing.
He had transformed into the White Dragon and fought that Abyss Demon in a desperate battle. Countless members of the Three-Eyed Demon Race had been annihilated by his dragon breath. If the numbers were totaled, all the demon-slaying kills made by every expert who had first rushed to the banks of the Nu River combined still could not match his alone.
He had breathed until his mouth was parched, until he was utterly exhausted, until his blood and qi ran wild and his inner breath grew unstable.
He had given everything he had, yet in the end, he was still the "dragon slayer who chopped off the dragon's head" in the mouths of humanity.
What exactly had he gained from it?
"Mu Yang." Dean Taishu called out to him. "Mu Yang, wait."
Dean Taishu rose from his seat and hurried to Li Mu Yang's side. Taking hold of his sleeve, he said, "Keep calm."
"Dean." Li Mu Yang bowed to Dean Taishu.
Dean Taishu's eyes remained as gentle and deep as ever, but now they carried an icy, murderous severity. His gaze swept across the surroundings, making everyone who met it feel as though a blade had been pressed against their bodies.
"Li Mu Yang is a student of Starry Sky Academy. Whether in respecting teachers and honoring the Dao, moral character, or cultivation talent, he is among the very best—one in ten thousand. As the dean of Starry Sky Academy, I have always been proud and honored to