At Shrek Academy.
"Zhao Wuji, you were too impulsive." Flender looked at Zhao Wuji lying in the hospital bed and opened his mouth to scold him, but seeing Zhao Wuji in his current state, the words suddenly caught in his throat.
In the end, he could only helplessly utter those few harmless words. After all, how could he put it? Facing Zhao Wuji like this, he found it rather difficult to speak.
Zhao Wuji, lying on the bed, also knew he had made a mistake. He scratched his head and gave two awkward laughs.
Seeing Zhao Wuji like this, Flender helplessly shook his head. After telling him to "rest and recover," he walked out of the room. He could not stay there for another moment. Zhao Wuji in that state just looked wrong no matter how he looked at him.
When he stepped outside and saw the Shrek crowd wearing strange expressions, concern mixed with suppressed laughter on their faces, he did not know what to say for a moment.
After a moment of silence, he suppressed the strange feeling that had suddenly surfaced in his heart and spoke to the group before him.
"Don't worry. Your Teacher Zhao is fine. Only his right leg is injured, and he'll recover in a few days. It's just that no one knows when the soul skill affecting his body will wear off."
"As long as Teacher Zhao is alright. As for the soul skill, hehe."
Oscar and Ma Hongjun exchanged glances and chuckled. Flender coughed twice and gestured for them to keep their voices down. After all, Zhao Wuji was still in the room, and with his hearing, he could still hear what was happening outside.
Sure enough.
"Oscar, Ma Hongjun, once this soul skill is lifted, the two of you will