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Yu Xiaogang leaned against the cold, damp wall of the alley, panting heavily.
His entire body throbbed with pain. His face, still swollen from the beating earlier, pulsed with heat.
Every shoeprint on his clothes seemed to silently scream:
—Bibi Dong is incompetent.
—Bibi Dong let me get beaten.
—Bibi Dong owes me.
If not for the fear of being heard by passersby and receiving another round of "welcoming punches," he would have already pointed at the Supreme Pontiff Palace and unleashed a torrent of curses.
The more he thought about it, the angrier he became.
And the angrier he became, the more convinced he felt:
When he met Bibi Dong later, he must let her "see for herself" the injuries he had suffered.
He would not speak.
He would not explain.
He would only let his bruises question her.
Let his miserable state shame her.
Let guilt crush her.
He would force her to regret.
To apologize.
To understand how unforgivable her "carelessness" was.
Only then would he, the generous Grandmaster Yu Xiaogang—
graciously forgive her and accept her invitation to Feng Ran Pavilion.
Otherwise?
He would "turn around and leave forever."
Let Bibi Dong regret losing him for the rest of her life.
He was fully immersed in his imaginary script of emotional domination when—
An irresistible fragrance drifted in.
It was rich, seductive, almost magical.
His stomach answered immediately.
Grrrrumble—
Embarrassingly loud.
Yu Xiaogang swallowed hard.
Right.
He hadn't eaten since yesterday morning.
After walking for a day and night, getting beaten up, and running around—
he was starving.
"…Before finding Bibi Dong, I should eat something first."
He muttered this as if he was rewarding himself for suffering.
He patted the shoeprints on his clothes—
kaboom—a cloud of dust exploded.
He still looked like trash.
He gave up trying to fix himself and followed the fragrance deeper into the alley.
But the moment he saw the source—
He froze.
The scent came from a two-story restaurant that looked like it had been carved by gods.
The outer walls were embedded with enormous, flawless glazed tiles that glimmered radiantly under the sun.
Even the wealthiest merchant guilds of the continent would feel ashamed in comparison.
Above the door hung a plaque with three vigorous characters:
Feng Ran Pavilion.
Yu Xiaogang's breathing hitched—
He had found it.
The place Ning Fengzhi spoke of.
The place that changed destinies.
The place that was, in his mind—
Bibi Dong's belated compensation for him.
Standing by the entrance was a tall, handsome middle-aged man.
His expression was empty.
His aura dark and suffocating, as if his soul had fallen into despair.
Of course, Yu Xiaogang couldn't possibly recognize him.
Nor imagine that this "gloomy doorman" was actually—
Level 99 Peerless Douluo.
Spirit Hall's pillar.
The true supreme guardian of the angel lineage—
Qian Daoliu.
Yu Xiaogang was beyond excited.
He puffed up his chest.
"Bibi Dong must be inside right now…
waiting anxiously for me."
His humiliation flared again.
Good.
He wanted her to see how "painfully" he had traveled to see her.
So he straightened his back, stepped forward—
Clang!
A golden blade of holy light materialized before him, blocking his path.
The sacred sword hummed with an aura sharp enough to split mountains.
Yu Xiaogang yelped, retreating three big steps, almost falling over.
His heart almost leaped out of his throat.
He looked up.
The previously dazed middle-aged man was staring at him coldly.
Qian Daoliu's voice carried a frost that could freeze blood.
"Who are you?"
"How dare you approach this sacred establishment in such filth and disrespect?"
Spirit pressure surged.
Yu Xiaogang's legs trembled.
A Titled Douluo…
Definitely a Titled Douluo!
But then—
The fear vanished.
Replaced by arrogance.
A Titled Douluo guarding the door?
Obviously a trusted subordinate of Bibi Dong.
She must have instructed him beforehand.
He must be here to welcome him.
As long as he revealed his identity—
The sword would disappear.
The man would bow.
He would be respectfully invited in.
Arrogance filled Yu Xiaogang's battered face.
Hmph.
Bibi Dong at least has some sense—
knowing to send a top powerhouse to greet me.
But even then—
She still owes me an apology!
Yu Xiaogang clasped his hands behind his back, chin lifted at a forty-five-degree angle, letting the shadows hide his black eye.
He spoke in a deep, seemingly profound tone:
"My name is Yu Xiaogang."
These five words, he believed, were enough to shake Spirit Hall.
The effect was immediate.
But not the way he imagined.
Qian Daoliu's entire body trembled violently.
The Angelic Sacred Sword flickered.
The usually unshakable Peerless Douluo looked as though a thunderbolt had struck him.
His eyes widened, bloodshot veins spreading rapidly.
He stared at Yu Xiaogang, his voice shaking—
"You… you said your name is… Yu Xiaogang?"
Yu Xiaogang's chest swelled with gratification.
See?
Just as expected.
His name was this meaningful among Spirit Hall's upper ranks.
He suppressed his smirk and attempted to look unfathomable and calm.
He turned his head slightly, giving Qian Daoliu a "You finally recognize me" look.
Then said, with great pride:
"Yes.
It is I."
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