Yang Miaomiao's Choice

Yang Miaomiao fell into a deep silence at Huang Tieyi's words.

Huang Tieyi was in no hurry. He ate his breakfast at leisure. He had laid out a path for her; whether she took it was her decision.

Bibi Dong watched quietly from the side. She did not press her either, but lowered her head and ate her breakfast.

Yang Miaomiao sat there, glancing outside from time to time. Right now, she desperately needed Yang Fanglin to make the decision for her. Huang Tieyi seemed to have given her a choice, but in truth, he had not. If she agreed, she was one of them. If she refused, she was not.

Yang Miaomiao was caught in the trap of a choice that was no choice at all. She knew exactly what might happen if she gave Huang Tieyi an answer he did not want. Precisely because she knew, she did not dare gamble that refusing to change course would leave her father, Yang Fanglin, unaffected. She wanted him to give her an answer.

Yang Fanglin returned from outside. Yang Miaomiao immediately rose to meet him. "Father, please help me decide."

"Miaomiao, what happened? What has you so shaken?" Yang Fanglin asked, puzzled by the beads of cold sweat on her forehead.

"Father, the elder has proposed destroying my Soul Rings while preserving my Soul Power, then having me follow the path he designed. I don't know whether I should agree," Yang Miaomiao explained.

"Agree. Of course you should agree." After a moment's thought, Yang Fanglin spoke with excitement written across his face. "The elder is only one Soul Ring away from becoming a Titled Douluo. An eighteen-year-old Titled Douluo would be without equal on Douluo Continent. How could we compare with his vision?

"Since the elder offered you this choice,