Dugu Yan did not even look back at the city she found so boring.
Ning Rongrong still seemed excited by yesterday's victory, her little face glowing with radiance.
No one said goodbye to Qin Ming, and no one cared whether he stayed or left.
It was as if he were merely a discarded tool, quietly left behind at the previous stop.
Qin Ming's throat tightened. He subconsciously took half a step forward, raised his hand halfway, then let it fall dejectedly.
Go back?
Back to Heaven Dou Royal Academy, the place he had once believed would be the starting point of his soaring career?
And what would happen after he went back?
Snow White, the Heaven Dou Imperial Family's only legitimate princess, was deeply favored by the emperor. Offending her was equivalent to sentencing himself in advance to being unwelcome within the future core of imperial power.
Ning Rongrong was the little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, a treasure cherished by the entire sect.
Her displeasure meant offending the wealthiest sect on the continent, a colossal force renowned for protecting its own and wielding tremendous influence.
Then there was Dugu Yan, the only granddaughter of Dugu Bo, the Poison Douluo. That Title Douluo was famous for his eccentric temperament and vengeful nature.
And behind Yu Tianheng stood the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect...
Any one of those forces alone would be enough to make life difficult for a Soul Emperor without deep backing. Yet he, Qin Ming, had offended nearly every one of them in a single breath.
If he went back, what would be waiting for him?
A promotion in name and demotion in reality? Marginalization? Being coldly shelved?
Or something more direct—having all his drive and future quietly worn away during some accidental mission or