Fulilian: Dominate Aura at the beginning

Chapter 123 The Night Before Arriving at the Northern Plateau—The Last Supper
"The Celestial Dragon will be arriving at the northern plateau soon."

"Ah."

Where do you plan to go down?

"The 'Biya region,' I have some preparations to make before heading to the heart of the northern plateau."

The Biya region, on the edge of the northern plateau, is also the only grain-producing area.

The hero of the South chose to leave from here.

That means he doesn't have much time left to stay in the Heavenly Vein Dragon's body.

To put it pessimistically, given the current speed at which the Celestial Dragon is advancing...

This may be the last supper between the master and his apprentice.

In the living room of the castle on the back of the Celestial Dragon—

Agushid received a reply with a blank expression and a casual tone.

"up to you."

This was his brief reply, devoid of any emotional fluctuation.

It's as if they genuinely have no interest in this matter whatsoever.

But the Southern Hero, who seemed to be ignored by the teacher, was actually smiling to himself.

Looking at Agushid's turned profile,
The hero of the South, with a sense of helplessness and a shake of his head, savored his last supper with his teacher.

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dinner--

Especially when faced with a dinner that signifies impending farewell, how will I treat it?

Sitting at the head of the table,

His gaze swept over the rare, foolish disciple who was actually eating in accordance with proper etiquette...

The most powerful demon thought this in silence.

He was not unfamiliar with the experience of parting dinners with others.
On the contrary, such scenes were everywhere in his memory—

But having to go through it all again, Agushid felt somewhat lost.

The Brave of the South...

This child, this foolish disciple—

Agushid witnessed his growth firsthand.
I watched him grow up, and I watched him become the strongest human being...

Although from the very beginning, the most powerful demon race had anticipated the death of the short-lived species,

But when you really, really have to watch him walk down a path that leads to his certain death...

A sense of unease still welled up within Agushid.

I'll ask you one last time—

The most powerful demon slowly turned around and spoke in a seemingly indifferent manner.

"Have you made up your mind and decided to die for the path you have chosen?"

Do you really know what a foolish choice you've made?

A foolish choice...

Going to one's death—

Nan Zhi Yong Zhe did not refute the teacher's evaluation.
But he didn't stop what he was doing.

As always, I put the perfectly cooked stewed meat into my mouth.
The Hero of the South responded to Agusid's question with a silent acquiescence.

The sound of the knife slicing through the porcelain plate was exceptionally clear in the quiet hall.

The brave warrior from the south skillfully cut off a piece of stewed meat.

The sensation of the meat separating under the knife reminded him of his awkwardness when he first dined at this table.

Even the strongest human being who can see the future—

Even when you're a child, you'll experience all sorts of embarrassing moments...

If I remember correctly, he needed Agusid's help to reach the salt jar in the center of the table.

And now,
His calluses were so thick that he could barely feel the warmth of the silver cutlery.

"madness."

"If I had known it would turn out like this, I shouldn't have ignored Shurahat's advice and taken you as my disciple in the first place."

The most powerful demon's cold sarcasm had no effect whatsoever.

Because a certain disciple who was bowing his head had heard this evaluation countless times.

The Southern Warrior once again put the piece of meat into his mouth, and the familiar flavor of spices burst on his tongue.

"You're right—"

He swallowed his food and optimistically agreed with the negative assessment he had received.

"Although I don't regret becoming your disciple."

The light spots cast by the crystal chandelier danced on Agusid's silver-gray eyelashes.

The most powerful demon lowered his eyes slightly upon hearing these words, unable to conceal his emotions.

He slowly closed his eyes, lowered his crossed fingers, and his knuckles cracked slightly. "Glib-tongued."

The hero of the South remained smiling, unhurried and composed.

"Thank you for the compliment, teacher."

Praise...

He really is a stupid disciple...

Agushid opened his eyes, but did not stop speaking there.
After a long period of contemplation, he abruptly asked another question.

"You really don't regret it?"

"No regrets."

"Are you sure you didn't make this choice because of a sense of individual heroism?"

"I can."

Can you take responsibility for this answer?

"can."

A low-pitched question and answer echoed from both sides of the dining table.

The Southern Warrior never looked up, but calmly and methodically enjoyed his dinner.

And Agushid no longer focused his attention on his foolish disciple.
He simply leaned back in his chair, his fingers interlaced in front of him.

His gaze was calm, and his breathing was even.

"This is your last chance to back out—"

"As long as you tell me that you still want to live, then you can live."

"Even if the Demon King himself comes, I can guarantee that you will be in no danger."

He can still live...

Even if the Demon King himself arrives?

He's really being hypocritical, spoiling his disciple as always...

Just a teacher—

Even so, my decision will not change.

The hero of the South put down his knife and fork, and after a brief moment of thought, looked up and smiled.

"I won't regret it, teacher."

"The strongest human who knows everything will not regret his decision."

The half-joking tone did little to dispel the heavy atmosphere at the dinner table.
This, in turn, made Agushid turn his head, and his gaze finally settled on his foolish disciple.

"very good."

The most powerful demon remained unfazed, his voice calm.

"I hope you really can do what you say you will—"

"You'd better not regret it at the last minute..."

Teacher...

Could you please stop being so awkward...?

Even in the end,
The Hero of the South did not voice the assessment he had been wanting to say.
He simply nodded in response, gazing into the unspeakable emotions deep within Agushid's eyes...

"Teacher, will you miss me?"

"will not."

"Will you mourn for me?"

"I just think you got what you deserved."

Argusid, who had come out of the study with doubts in his eyes, didn't even mention the question.

He slowly rose with a final, cold snort—

"Clean this place and the kitchen up, then get out of here tomorrow."

He turned and left, leaving only a cold, indifferent back view for the Southern Hero, and spoke indifferently.

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"Agushid, I'm leaving..."

"Volat was right. Staying by your side, I can't grow."

Memories of Frillie leaving him flooded back.

Agushid, who was about to disappear into the gloom, stopped in his tracks.

He paused for a brief moment before stepping onto the stairs.
Despite not turning back, the most powerful demon still calmly asked a question.

"In all the futures you see—"

Have you seen your own reflection in Heaven?

The hero of the South lowered his head and chuckled softly.
He slowly spoke, gazing at Agushid's retreating figure.

(End of this chapter)