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Chapter 41 – The Wake of an Unreachable Departure
Chapter 41 – The Wake of an Unreachable Departure
Chapter 41 – The Wake of an Unreachable Departure
For the first time in Azure Dragon Academy’s long and unshaken history, the weight of its name, the authority that had once been considered absolute, the system that had governed the rise and fall of every disciple who had ever stepped onto its sacred grounds, ensuring that none could escape the fate that had been decided for them, ensuring that even the most talented, the most ambitious, the most powerful would always remain within the academy’s grasp—
No longer mattered.
The name of Azure Dragon Academy, once a title that commanded respect, that instilled fear, that carried the weight of centuries of cultivation, of knowledge, of power passed down through generations—
Now felt hollow.
Because in the end, despite all its influence, despite all its history, despite all the Elders and instructors who had once believed that no disciple could ever rise beyond the rules they had created—
They had been forced to accept the one truth they had never wanted to face.
That Xiao Lin was beyond them.
That he had never belonged to them.
That the academy had never been a place meant to contain him—only a place that had delayed the inevitable.
And now, as the dust settled, as the last traces of his presence faded from the battlefield, as the echoes of his final words still lingered in the air like an undeniable decree—
The academy was left with nothing.
No control.
No victory.
No claim over the man who had already stepped beyond their reach.
The Elders did not speak.
Not immediately.
Not as the last remnants of the shattered tournament grounds settled into eerie silence, not as the weight of what had just occurred pressed down upon them like an invisible force, not as the realization that they had lost something far greater than a mere disciple settled deep into their very bones.
For years, for centuries, for generations beyond memory, Azure Dragon Academy had dictated fate.
It had chosen who would rise.
It had chosen who would fall.
It had ensured that no single individual could ever break free from the system it had cultivated, ensuring that even those destined for greatness would always carry its name, would always be shaped by its rules, would always be bound, in some form or another, by the authority of those who had built it.
And yet—
Xiao Lin had left without hesitation.
Without resistance.
Without even a moment of concern for what he had left behind.
Because it had never been his concern.
Because Azure Dragon Academy had never been his foundation.
Because he had never needed it to begin with.
And that—
That was the most terrifying truth of all.
From the private pavilion, where the strongest disciples of the Outer Court had once gathered to watch what they had believed would be their final battle for supremacy, where those who had once considered themselves geniuses now sat in unmoving silence, unable to process what they had just witnessed, unable to understand how the rules they had always followed had simply ceased to exist before their eyes—
Zhan Kanzi remained still.
His hands rested upon the armrests of his chair, his body rigid, his breath slow and measured, his gaze locked onto the empty battlefield where Xiao Lin had once stood, where the final echoes of his presence still lingered, where the reality of everything he had built, everything he had planned, everything he had once believed would make him the strongest had collapsed into nothing.
There was no anger.
No hatred.
No rage at his defeat.
Because this was not defeat.
This was erasure.
Because history would not remember him.
Because no one would ever tell the story of Zhan Kanzi as Xiao Lin’s greatest rival.
Because no one would ever speak of how close he had come to standing at the top.
Because Xiao Lin had never even acknowledged him as an obstacle.
And that—
That was worse than any defeat.
A long, slow breath.
His fingers twitched slightly against the armrest.
A thought passed through his mind.
A single, desperate, final thought—
Could he still follow?
Could he still chase after Xiao Lin?
Could he still step onto the same path?
Could he still—
No.
The answer settled upon him before the question had even fully formed.
No.
Because Xiao Lin was never meant to follow the same rules as them.
Because his path had never been one that others could walk.
Because he had already left them behind.
And Zhan Kanzi—
Would never be able to catch up.
From the highest pavilion, where only the Inner Court elites were permitted to stand, where those who had once believed themselves superior to every Outer Court disciple now watched in absolute silence, where the highest-ranking disciples of the academy’s true governing body had remained unmoving, unreadable, their thoughts sharp with something that was not quite fear, not quite admiration, but something far more dangerous—
Doubt.
Doubt in the academy.
Doubt in their place within it.
Doubt in whether or not they were truly at the top—or if they, too, were simply waiting for someone to replace them.
Because if Xiao Lin could rise beyond the Outer Court, beyond the Elders, beyond the academy itself—
Then who was to say that the Inner Court was safe?
Who was to say that they were still the strongest?
Who was to say that they would not be the next to fall?
A slow breath.
A realization.
A whisper.
"He was never meant to stay here."
A pause.
Then—
"Neither are we."
And just like that—
The first cracks appeared in the Inner Court itself.
Because now, for the first time—
They had witnessed the collapse of something they had once believed eternal.
And soon—
They would have to decide whether to follow, or to be left behind.