Grandmaster put the jar into his belt, fell silent for a moment, then said:
"That must have taken quite some effort, right?"
"Ah, why are we talking about that between us?" Flender waved his hand. "Zhao Wuji and I went together. He pinned that big fellow down while I drew the blood. It wasn't too much trouble."
"Thank you, Boss Fu," Grandmaster said.
"Tch, are you being formal with me? What, do you take me for an outsider?" Flender said somewhat unhappily.
"No, I just—"
"Enough, drop it. Tell me about yourself. How have you been these past few years? I see you even brought two children?" Flender forcibly changed the subject.
"Actually, there are three. One child went home and will probably return in a few days. All three are very talented," Grandmaster said.
"Oh? How talented?"
"What, trying to poach them?"
"Of course. Shrek Academy is desperately short on students."
"Talk about it in a few years. Besides, it will depend on what they themselves want," Grandmaster said calmly.
"Fine. Then when the time comes, you'll have to work hard and try to send all these promising youngsters my way," Flender said with a smile.
"I'll tell them about your academy's situation. Whether they go or not will be up to them. Let's talk about your side instead." Grandmaster picked up his teacup, took a sip, and said.
"As for me, I've trained a few little monsters over the years. But my luck has been especially good these past few years—I found two children with exceptional talent." Flender spoke with animated excitement.
"Oh? Tell me more." Grandmaster grew interested.
"One of them is called Oscar. His martial soul is the Food God."
"Wait, wait. What did you say his martial soul was?" Grandmaster interrupted.
"The Food God."
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