Yu Xiaogang finished making the arrangements, then spoke to Ye Liuyun alone.
"Do you understand?"
Ye Liuyun nodded.
"I understand."
That utterly indifferent attitude made Yu Xiaogang feel as though he had punched cotton.
He had originally prepared a whole speech to suppress Ye Liuyun's dissatisfaction, only to find that Ye Liuyun did not care at all.
"Hmph. Since you understand, start practicing!"
Yu Xiaogang waved a hand.
"Seven Devils, take your positions! Ye Liuyun, watch from the side, familiarize yourself with everyone's positions, and be ready to substitute at any time!"
Thus, what followed became especially ironic.
In the middle of the training ground, Tang San directed them with calm assurance. Blue Silver Grass danced through the air, Dai Mubai's tiger roar shook the grounds, and the seven of them worked together with blazing enthusiasm, their sweat and shouts weaving into a battle song of youth.
Meanwhile, at the edge of the training ground—
Ye Liuyun sat alone beneath the shade of a tree, watching those boys and girls desperately striving for their so-called "glory."
He was like an outsider forgotten by the world.
Yet there was no disappointment in his eyes, nor any jealousy.
There was only the calm of someone watching children at play, along with a trace of relief at an impending farewell.
The reason he had followed Xiao Wu and Tang San was because he knew the road of the past few years had been safe.
If he had taken human form and wandered around on his own, encountering a Title Douluo would have meant an unavoidable life-or-death battle.
The road ahead was unknown. He would have to forge it himself.
"Everyone, rest for ten minutes!"
At Yu Xiaogang's command, the exhausted group immediately collapsed, slumping gracelessly onto the grass and gasping for breath.
Tang