Liu Erlong had not chosen him, but Yu Xiaogang. It was the regret of his life, yet as a friend, he chose to bless them.
But a plague was not something Yu Xiaogang, a mere Soul Grandmaster, could handle now. "Xiaogang, you must hold back. Put yourself first in everything. Erlong wouldn't want you to risk your life either."
Hearing Flender mention Liu Erlong once again, Yu Xiaogang finally remembered that Liu Erlong was in the city too, as were those clansmen who despised him. Thinking of this, Yu Xiaogang once more recalled the pain of learning the truth.
Along the way, he had imagined countless scenarios for their reunion, but he had never imagined that she would be trapped in the city by a plague, unable to see him.
"Ah... I'm such trash!" Yu Xiaogang suddenly clutched his head and cried out in pain.
Dai Mubai's cheek twitched. Yu Xiaogang being trash was common knowledge across the continent. Did he only realize it now? He also had no idea why that Clear Sky Douluo had allowed such a man to teach his son.
Along the way, Dai Mubai had been subjected to Yu Xiaogang's weight-bearing training, yet these were things he had done every day before. There was not the slightest trace of the secret arts of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan that he had imagined. It really was nothing more than the simplest physical training.
Feeling nauseated by Yu Xiaogang's act, Dai Mubai's gaze wandered about, and then he spotted a figure that drove him mad.
A familiar figure walked at the back of the crowd, quiet and unnoticed, yet drawing countless gazes after her.
Dai Mubai charged toward her like a madman.
Zhu Zhuqing had been thinking about the recent plague when she heard the sound