Since Ju Zi had been mentioned, Tang Wutong could not be left unmentioned. Strictly speaking, Wang Dong'er no longer existed.
Whether her relationship with Tang Wutong was called fusion or replacement, by that point, only Tang Wutong remained in the world.
The name Wang Dong'er had already been sealed away in some drawer of the past.
The person Huo Yuhao had guarded, protected, and risked his life to save had been Tang Wutong from beginning to end.
It was simply that the transition had been too quiet.
So quiet that even Huo Yuhao himself could not tell on which day he had lost that pink-and-blue-haired girl who had shared his dormitory.
Huo Yuhao had saved Tang Wutong many times in his life, but there was one time that was different.
That time, he had truly been driven into a dead end, so far that he had even knelt before someone's door to beg for help. This matter carried great weight in the original work, enough to affect the course of Huo Yuhao's cultivation for the rest of his life.
It began with that one-against-ten gauntlet battle.
It had been a desperate fight forced upon him.
His opponents had clearly intended to wear Huo Yuhao to death.
After he had defeated seven people in a row, before the eighth could even take the field, Ju Zi called a halt.
By then, Huo Yuhao had already won seven consecutive matches, his Soul Power severely depleted, his entire body supported by nothing but a single breath.
When Ju Zi called the halt, he really did let out a sigh of relief.
Anyone would have. After fighting a gauntlet battle to that extent, being allowed to stop was like picking up another life.
But Huo Yuhao had not expected Ju Zi's call to stop