Giving a Soul Bone meant supporting the Body Sect?
Helping Su Ming meant benefiting the Soul Master World?
Yan Shaozhe, Xuan Zi, and the others looked grim.
Yet they could not refute Du Busi.
When forging was mentioned, the members of the Blacksmith Association all looked up at the sky.
Nearly sixty percent of the Blacksmith Association branch members in Shrek City were connected to Shrek Academy. They were either graduates or current students.
Before learning Forging, they had only marveled at the wonder of the Spiritual Metal Su Ming forged.
After learning Forging, they understood that Su Ming's true greatness lay in Spirit Infusion.
Spirit Infusion—what a crucial technique, what a marvelous idea—yet he had openly taught it to every blacksmith on the continent who aspired to forge.
Even the Shrek students had overlooked Su Ming's identity as a member of the Sun Moon Empire. What they cared about more was his identity as the president of the Blacksmith Association.
"What? Do you think this old man is wrong?"
Seeing that Yan Shaozhe and the others had not reacted for so long, Du Busi questioned them coldly.
It was the Golden Ancient Tree behind Yan Shaozhe and the others that released a ripple first, as though a spiritual message had entered their ears.
"Give it to him."
Yan Shaozhe was unwilling, but he still decided to follow his teacher's instructions.
Xuan Zi's expression kept changing.
This was Elder Mu.
He was still watching us.
The thought made him feel guilty.
Mu En's voice echoed beside the ears of Shrek's elders, stirring faint excitement in their hearts. Du Busi, however, grew suspicious.
Mu En had not died completely!
For some reason, he had retained a portion of his power and merged it into the Golden Ancient Tree.
Yan Shaozhe looked