Five Hundred Years, Another Five Hundred Years!

"What's wrong with you? You look a little disappointed."

Ning Rongrong whispered into Neuvillette's ear.

"Miss Ning Rongrong, you are mistaken. This is simply the expression I am accustomed to wearing."

Neuvillette shook his head. How had Ning Rongrong noticed that he was somewhat disappointed?

Why didn't Tang San consider Dai Mubai to have a death wish?

Why didn't he take out the Godly Zhuge Crossbow and give Dai Mubai a ruthless volley?

Fortunately, Ning Rongrong had no idea that Neuvillette's thoughts were so bizarre. Seeing how composed he was, she assumed she had simply misread him.

"By the way, Neuvillette. You must have been in Suotuo City for quite some time, right? Could you tell me a little about Shrek Academy?"

Ning Rongrong clasped her hands together and spoke with an expectant expression.

Hearsay from outsiders was no match for the opinion of a "local." Besides, with Neuvillette's righteous and impartial face, he should give an objective evaluation, shouldn't he?

Neuvillette also looked like an honest man, not someone who would lie.

Ning Rongrong's words made Tang San and Xiao Wu, who had been about to go upstairs to rest, stop in their tracks. They pricked up their ears and listened intently to the conversation.

"Miss Ning Rongrong, from a rational standpoint, I should not answer that question."

"???"

Ning Rongrong froze and blinked her large eyes. Why not?

"As a neutral force, the Soul Arena has never passed judgment on any individual, faction, academy, or the like."

Ning Rongrong was stunned. She had merely asked Neuvillette to talk about it—how had he interpreted that as passing judgment?

Something was off. Very off!

Ning Rongrong was exceptionally clever, so she naturally understood that Neuvillette's words carried an implication. Shrek Academy must be extremely questionable!

Was it really just as she had imagined?

Shrek Academy was a scam academy. It was not that the academy produced monsters; rather, monsters merely joined Shrek Academy.

"I understand!"

Ning Rongrong nodded thoughtfully, then revealed an enlightened expression.

Tang San and Xiao Wu: "???"

What did she understand? Neuvillette had said nothing, yet it seemed he had said everything. Ning Rongrong understood, but the two of them did not. Could it be that they did not possess the kind of intelligence called Ning Rongrong?

No, Ning Rongrong was definitely pretending to understand!

"Shrek Academy's admissions begin in two days. If you are interested, you can go take a look then. I will not say any more."

"Miss Ning Rongrong, I have matters to attend to. Farewell!"

Neuvillette cupped his hands in salute. After saying that, he headed out of the Rose Hotel, leaving Ning Rongrong standing there with a baffled expression.

As for Ning Rongrong being "tricked" into Shrek Academy by Ning Fengzhi, Neuvillette found it difficult to comment. He could only say that Ning Fengzhi had his own considerations.

He had considered everything except the character of Shrek Academy's teachers and students.

He had allowed Ning Rongrong, who already lacked proper guidance, to thoroughly embark on a road of no return.

Sword Bone Douluo had treated Ning Rongrong like his own granddaughter, yet when his sword broke and his bones shattered, Ning Rongrong had not shed a single tear. When Tang San fell, however, she wept so movingly that heaven and earth seemed touched...

People said Ning Rongrong had a princess's temper, but she was the little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect to begin with. Her status was even higher than that of the actual princess, Xue Ke. It was perfectly normal for her to have a bit of a temper and some personality.

She had never done anything truly wicked. Most of it had merely been pranks.

How she had ultimately become that way was truly difficult to understand.

"Little Neuvillette, you are so heartless. That girl clearly likes you, yet you are being so cold to her. Something's not right!"

Hearing this, Neuvillette halted, and the corner of his eye twitched. This was Love Continent; it was normal for everyone to mature early.

But he was not a native. Some things were simply hard for him to accept.

Besides, he already had someone he liked. His short-lived wife was still waiting for him to save her!

Wait, hadn't those words just been spoken by that short-lived wife?

"Focalors, I do not wish to speak of romance right now. I only want you to regain your human form as soon as possible!"

Though it was clearly a deeply touching statement, Focalors trembled all over!

Good heavens, was Neuvillette really planning to take revenge on her after all?

Was he going to make little Oceanids with her?

Ah!!!

How embarrassing!

"Th-then, Neuvillette, there is actually no need to rush. At m-most, I only need five hundred years to gather enough energy and take human form."

"Five hundred years, another five hundred years!"

"Impossible!"

"Five hundred years is far too long. I seize every moment!"

"Why are you in such a hurry..."

"???"

Neuvillette froze. What exactly was Focalors talking about?

How was he in a hurry? He had not done anything excessive.

Wait, could Focalors's head have been knocked silly?

"Focalors, what exactly are you talking about?"

Neuvillette asked in confusion. He merely wanted to "resurrect" this pitiful God of Justice. After all, she had once been his favorite two-dimensional... wife!

Focalors: "???"

Had she misunderstood Neuvillette?

Well, seeing Neuvillette's bewildered expression, she probably had misunderstood him.

But admitting fault over something like this was impossible!

After a long while without receiving a response from Focalors, Neuvillette withdrew his attention with a puzzled expression and headed toward Suotuo City's Great Soul Arena.

Focalors had suddenly gone silent, and there was nothing he could do about it. Was he supposed to wait there forever?

Before long, Neuvillette arrived at Suotuo City's Great Soul Arena.

Although it was clearly his first time here, not a single staff member failed to recognize him.

"Greetings, Chief Judge!"

"Greetings, Chief Judge!"

Everyone looked at Neuvillette with curiosity. There had never been a position called Chief Judge before, but once Neuvillette arrived, there was one.

They were filled with curiosity about this Chief Judge who had suddenly appeared!

Of course, they had seen Neuvillette's portrait beforehand. The Neuvillette in the portrait differed somewhat from the real person. In person, he possessed even more presence!

Neuvillette nodded. This must have all been arranged by old man Lakesius.

"Hello, Neuvillette. I am Dou Dou, the Soul Arena's Gold Medal Host. It is a pleasure to meet you!"

Suddenly, a very beautiful woman approached Neuvillette with a smile and extended her right hand.

Neuvillette had some impression of Dou Dou. She was the Soul Arena's Gold Medal Host, responsible for commentary at the Main Soul Arena.

Of course, that was only her public identity. In secret, she was the heir to one of the Eight Great Families!

Unfortunately, aside from her beauty and talent for commentary, her cultivation talent was not particularly high. Her martial soul was also a dove, a symbol of peace.

Her status as an heir was undeserved.

Dou Dou's fate would most likely be decided by a political marriage...