Du Busi's shamelessness left Mu En utterly helpless.
Taking a deep breath, Mu En said calmly, "Since nothing's wrong, you should leave."
Mu En had issued an order to leave. Since Du Busi did not want to talk, he should go.
Du Busi smiled faintly and shamelessly looked at Mu En. "Hehe, Shrek doesn't welcome me? That doesn't seem like your style, Mu En."
Now, Du Busi was even more certain that Mu En did not have much longer to live—three years at most!
Given Mu En's former temperament, with such provocation from him, he might have already attacked.
But now, Mu En was enduring it, which meant he truly could not go on. If he fought, it would cost him his life.
Wasn't that wonderful? So long as he did not go too far, there was nothing to fear.
His first objective had been achieved: probing Mu En's true condition. It could now be considered a success.
All that remained was his second objective: whether Soul Tools were truly powerful.
"Hehe, when one gets old, one naturally has to rein in one's temper, doesn't one?"
Mu En remained gentle, his face wreathed in smiles.
But Du Busi would not be fooled by him so easily.
"What refined leisure."
Du Busi sighed. He had to admit that he admired Mu En. Even at this point, he was still holding on.
Unfortunately, Xuan Zi was not up to it.
Once he died, Shrek would be in grave danger.
Du Busi was also thankful—thankful that he had a good disciple, and thankful that he himself still had a long time left to live.
"Come on. Since you're here, why not visit my Shrek?"
Mu En glanced at Shrek below. Although Xuan Zi had smashed part of it down, it did not affect