"Xiao San, Madara, it's been a long time!" Ning Fengzhi greeted the two with the refined, easygoing smile that seemed permanently fixed on his face.
"Uncle Ning, it's been a long time!" Tang San had always regarded Ning Fengzhi as an elder and responded respectfully.
Madara merely nodded faintly, but that was already the fullest response he could offer. Fortunately, Ning Fengzhi understood Madara's temperament and did not fuss over such formalities.
With wisdom gleaming in his eyes, Ning Fengzhi said, "The fact that you made it here safely means that person from Spirit Hall must have let you go! You have the Grandmaster to thank for that!"
"Oh?" Ning Fengzhi's words immediately piqued Madara's curiosity. He had only known that the Grandmaster had a way to resolve the matter; he had not expected him to come to Spirit City.
"That is an old matter from years ago. You youngsters are better off not knowing." Ning Fengzhi merely smiled, with no intention of explaining further.
Before long, Spirit City, the holy city of Spirit Hall, appeared before them. Its thick, solid walls towered majestically into the sky, and even from afar, they could feel its grave and imposing aura.
Because of their statuses, Ning Fengzhi and Xue Qinghe needed to meet the Pope separately, so they parted ways with Shrek Academy outside the city gates.
Before leaving, Xue Qinghe rode his horse past Madara and shot him a malicious, somewhat gloating glance. "Once you enter Spirit City, you'd better be careful!" Don't let someone kill you!
"What does it have to do with you?" Madara gave him an indifferent glance, his tone utterly flat.
That same feeling of being looked down on again!
The deep composure Xue Qinghe had cultivated over more than a decade seemed to completely fail in