Little Elders (6K)

Within Shrek Inner Courtyard, more than a dozen teams of students who had participated in the All-Continent Advanced Soul Master Tournament waited solemnly before the Golden Ancient Tree.

Once Shrek announced that the top three teams could enter the Golden Ancient Tree to receive instruction, while the other participating teams could listen from outside, nearly every faction except the Holy Spirit Cult—the sort of force that died the moment it showed its face—went all out and rushed to Shrek within a few short days.

Naturally, there were still teams that could not make it in time, and they actually made up the majority. However, anyone paying attention would notice that these teams generally had not ranked particularly high.

Any faction capable of reaching Shrek Academy from all corners of the continent within a few days had achieved decent results in the All-Continent Advanced Soul Master Tournament and possessed sufficiently formidable foundations. Even if they had to make their elders run until their lungs bled, they still had to send these children to Shrek to hear the instruction.

As for factions without Soul Douluo or even Titled Douluo serving as human carriages to carry the students to Shrek, they could only keep their horses running without rest and charge toward Shrek on Horned Scale Horses. Still, that meant they would most likely miss the first day of instruction.

Fortune—what was fortune? To listen to the instruction of a level 99 Limit Douluo, one had to reach Shrek at the appointed time within a few days. Whatever methods they used, those who made it had fortune. Those who did not most likely lacked it. Even if they got in, they would most likely have come for nothing due to their own aptitude and comprehension.

For once, Xuan Zi had changed into formal