"Breathe in—breathe out—the air here really is so fresh."
This was a land covered in ash, with nothing but scorched earth as far as the eye could see. Burned plants and charred corpses lay scattered across the mountains and plains. Not long ago, it had borne a beautiful, delicious name: Flower-Fruit Mountain.
The speaker was none other than Long Aotian, someone Yin Kuang, Rosalind, and the others would certainly recognize if they were here. Clad in dazzling purple crystal armor and a rust-dragon violet robe, he radiated overwhelming dominance.
"Wouldn't you say so?"
The scene abruptly shifted. A group of people stood before Long Aotian, and the one he had addressed was Gaia of North-South University.
Gaia said calmly, "Long Aotian, stop playing your tricks. I have declared war on Eastern-Western University, just as you wished. Now I only hope you will honor your earlier promise."
With absolutely no regard for his image, Long Aotian picked his ear with his pinky, then dug at his nostril. Flicking his index finger, he said, "I've seen plenty of people rushing to save their lives. But people rushing to die? That's rare indeed. Heh heh, but I've suddenly changed my mind."
"..."
"No, no, don't look at me like that. What I mean is... I'm not going to kill you." Long Aotian grinned wickedly. "So? Are you all filled with overwhelming gratitude now? Do you feel the urge to bow down and submit, crying as you beg to become my little brothers and hug my thigh to repay me for sparing your lives? Right?"
Long Aotian waved a finger around. "You!"
Then someone flew out.
Long Aotian said, "Kneel and beg me. Hug my thigh and beg me. You have to cry, you have to shout, 'Wuwu, Boss, please take me as your