Instructions for Lin Dongyao

It was, without question, a broad road to success!

And what had he done?

He had thrown that road away!

Yu Xiaogang's vision went black.

He had always considered himself clever, but now he felt like a fool—a joke.

Just as Lin Dongyao had said, he was neither clever enough to see things through nor foolish enough to be oblivious.

The blow to his pride was too much. With a thud, Yu Xiaogang fell backward.

Qian Xunji leaned back in his office chair, arms folded, and raised an eyebrow. "That's it? After all these years of being mocked, I thought he'd developed a thick skin. Yet he fainted that quickly. Trash was still trash."

Lin Dongyao looked down on him too. She had no idea how Bibi Dong had ever fallen for a man like that.

"Your Holiness, was there anything else you wished to instruct me about?" Lin Dongyao asked Qian Xunji.

Qian Xunji nodded. "Of course."

He had meant to give Lin Dongyao another assignment. Having her come over to rile up Yu Xiaogang had merely been incidental. Yu Xiaogang was hardly worth summoning her for on his own.

"Please tell me."

Qian Xunji grew solemn. "The Soul Master Tournament's Promotion Tournament has begun. The Grand Finals will be held before long, here in Spirit City. Many powerful people will gather then, including the seven Limit Douluo. I intend to execute this piece of trash in public, and there may be unrest."

"Dong Yao, you're the most talented and strongest of Spirit Hall's elders, and you command considerable respect among them. I want you to prepare for any trouble that may arise. Yue Guan and Gui Mei will assist you. If disorder does break out during Yu Xiaogang's execution, don't worry about dealing with the instigators. Just keep