Coward Dai Mubai! A Total Waste! Dragons and Ants!

Dai Mubai stood where he was, his face as pale as paper.

He clenched his fists so tightly that his nails dug deep into his flesh, and blood began to trickle down between his fingers.

Humiliation.

An unprecedented humiliation.

That scene was the scar deep within his heart that he least wanted to face.

Back then, he had indeed been afraid.

He was afraid of Dai Weisi, afraid of death, and afraid of that suffocating royal competition.

So, he chose to run away.

He chose to leave that little girl, who had only just become his fiancée, all alone in that man-eating imperial palace.

He thought that as long as he ran, he could survive.

He thought that as long as he ran, he could forget all of this.

But now.

The Sky Screen had torn open this bloody scene, laying it bare for the entire world to see.

"I..."

Dai Mubai wanted to explain.

He wanted to say that he was still young back then, wanted to say that Dai Weisi was too strong.

But when he looked up and saw that cold, black-clad figure not far away, all his explanations stuck in his throat.

Zhu Zhuqing stood there.

Zhu Zhuqing remained in her upward-gazing posture, her eyes locked onto that massive Sky Screen.

Her face was pale, and her lips had lost all color from being pressed together so tightly.

She just watched quietly.

She watched as the light in the eyes of that "other self" was completely extinguished.

That despair, separated by two worlds and that cold screen of light, was transmitted to her without reservation.

So, from that moment on, he had already given up.

So, from that moment on, she had already been a discarded pawn.

Her so-called "fiancée" status was nothing more than a burden to him as he fled the Star Luo Empire.

Zhu Zhuqing slowly turned her head, her gaze sweeping past the crowd to land on Dai Mubai not far away.

It was as if she were looking at a puff of worthless air, or a pile of nauseating trash.

She thought of the high-spirited young man in the White World, remembered his domineering "I'll be waiting," and then looked at the man before her, pale-faced and trembling.

Envy spread through her heart like a poisonous weed.

Why?

Why could the version of herself in that other world possess such a sun?

And why was she only able to guard such a puddle of mud?

Dai Mubai felt that gaze.

It made him feel even worse than the looks of contempt and mockery he had received just moments ago.

If Zhu Zhuqing had cursed him, hit him, or even tried to kill him, he could have accepted it.

At least that would have proven she cared.

But now, this disregard, this utter indifference, pierced straight through his last shred of pathetic self-esteem.

"Zhuqing, listen to me..."

Dai Mubai's voice was dry, as if his throat were filled with sand.

He tried to take a step forward, wanting to get closer to Zhu Zhuqing.

But Zhu Zhuqing simply turned slightly to the side.

The movement was small.

Yet it carved out an uncrossable chasm.

"No need to say anything."

Zhu Zhuqing's voice was very faint.

"Some things, once broken, are broken."

"Besides, it was rotten to begin with."

After saying this, she turned her gaze back to the Sky Screen, leaving only a longing for the young man in white in the depths of her eyes, along with a sorrowful, self-deprecating mockery of her own fate.

Dai Mubai froze in place.

The gazes of the Shrek group all around were like resounding slaps to his face.

Ma Hongjun shrank his neck, not daring to make a sound.

Oscar kept his head down, counting ants.

Even Tang San, who was always protective of his own, stood silently to the side at this moment, showing no intention of making excuses for Dai Mubai.

After all, being a deserter was something that would get one's spine poked in any world.

At this very moment.

White World.

Star Luo Empire, Imperial Garden of the imperial palace.

The sun was bright, and the flowers were in full bloom.

Completely different from the oppressive, deathly atmosphere of the Black World, this place was full of vitality and peace.

But right now, the atmosphere in the garden was somewhat strange.

A massive Sky Screen hung in mid-air, clearly reflecting everything happening in the Black World.

"Pah!"

A crisp, spitting curse broke the tranquility.

Xiao Wu stood with her hands on her hips, her delicate, pink face full of disgust.

"What kind of man is this?"

"He's nothing but a coward!"

"Zhuqing in that world is just too pitiful, isn't she? Abandoned in that man-eating palace by her fiancé before even being married. If it were me, I would have kicked his head until it exploded!"

Xiao Wu waved her fists angrily, her two long rabbit ears swaying with her movements.

Sitting beside her was the Zhuqing of this world.

At this moment, she was wearing a light purple palace gown, her temperament noble and elegant, having long since shed the greenness of her youth and grown into a beauty of peerless grace.

Looking at the helpless, younger version of herself on the Sky Screen, Zhuqing's brows were tightly knitted.

Her eyes were filled with disdain.

"Truly shameful."

Zhuqing spoke indifferently.

Her voice was cold and clear, yet carried an inviolable majesty.

"As a prince, he doesn't think about how to break the deadlock, only about running away."

"As a man, he cannot protect his own fiancée and even views her as a burden."

"Such a person is not worthy of the surname Dai, let alone worthy of possessing the White Tiger Martial Soul."

Having said this, she turned her head to look at the man sitting in the main seat.

That man was dressed in white as snow, leaning lazily against the dragon throne.

He held a crystal-clear jade cup in his hand, the wine inside shimmering like amber.

It was the Dai Mubai of this world.

The White Emperor of Heaven.

Sensing Zhuqing's gaze, Dai Mubai gently swirled the wine cup in his hand, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly to reveal a smile that felt like a spring breeze.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Do you also think that I look like that piece of trash?"

Dai Mubai's voice was magnetic, exuding a natural, innate confidence and dominance.

Zhuqing shook her head.

She walked to Dai Mubai's side and naturally reached out to straighten his collar.

Her movements were gentle, and her eyes were filled with love.

"Not at all."

"Not even a little bit."

"You are the clouds in the sky, while he is the mud on the ground."

"Comparing you to him is, in itself, an insult to you."

Hearing this, Xiao Wu, who was nearby, nodded repeatedly like a bobblehead.

"Exactly, exactly!"

"How could that kind of trash compare to Boss Dai?"

"Back then, for the sake of Zhuqing, Boss Dai beat that so-called prince until he was crawling on the floor looking for his teeth!"

Xiao Wu hopped over, casually grabbed a carrot from the tray, and took a crunchy bite.

Dai Mubai set down his wine glass, reached out to pinch Xiao Wu's cheek, and then smoothly pulled Zhu Zhuqing's slender waist into his arm.

"That's enough."

"Don't let a piece of trash ruin your mood."

"Let him rot as he pleases; we'll live our own lives."

"Think of this comparison as nothing more than a joke to pass the time."

Dai Mubai's expression remained indifferent.

As for that version of himself in the Black World, he couldn't even be bothered to feel contempt.

A lion does not turn its head because a dog barks.

A dragon does not grow angry because an ant crawls by.

The two were no longer on the same level.