Gu Yue folded her arms, her tone exceptionally flat and without the slightest ripple. "They're nothing special. The Martial Souls of the Upper Three Sects may look intimidating, but they're actually just average. We'll definitely be much stronger than them in the future."
"Being stronger than them is nothing," Wu Changkong interjected, his gaze sweeping across the stage. "Those few are merely disciples of Shrek's Outer Court."
"That's true." Yun Mu nodded, his tone still calm. "Outer Court disciples are already among the best Soul Masters in the world, with only one emerging from tens of thousands. But Inner Court Disciples are Shrek's true elite. They're on a completely different level from the Outer Court."
Wu Changkong looked at Xie Xie and the others, his tone turning more serious. "The goal I set for you is for you to one day enter Shrek's Inner Court. That was also the wish I failed to fulfill back then."
"Teacher Wu, you never entered the Inner Court back then?" Xie Xie asked curiously, his eyes brightening.
"He did," Yun Mu answered without thinking. The second half of his sentence overlapped perfectly with Wu Changkong's. "He just didn't graduate."
After hearing that, a clear trace of dejection flashed across Wu Changkong's face. Even more obvious was the bitterness he could not hide, and his eyes dimmed somewhat.
Yun Mu sighed and patted his arm. "Teacher Wu, once they get into Shrek in the future, you have to go with them. Don't be like before and leave without saying a word."
Wu Changkong froze for a moment, then forced out a slightly bitter smile and nodded gently. He said nothing, but there was clearly something different in his eyes.
As for the opponents they had drawn, Wu Changkong did not mention them at all.
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