The Strongest Evil Soul Master in History, the Supreme Elder Eating a Roast Chicken

"What do you intend to do?" Mu En did not say anything else, but asked directly.

He understood every single point Gu Chen had made.

Shrek had been lost in its false glory of ten thousand years for far too long.

So long that everyone had already lost their clarity.

He truly was powerless to change it. If he had still been young, perhaps he might have had a few ideas, but now, he had the will and not the strength.

"Let them lose once. If losing once can wake them up, then I agree as well," Mu En said.

Gu Chen looked at the sun in the sky. "Can they lose? Can they accept failure? I'm afraid one loss would make their Dao hearts collapse on the spot. With Shrek's ten-thousand-year glory weighing on their hearts, they might just slit their own throats to atone."

"You really do see things clearly. Far more clearly than these old bones of mine. If the position of Sea God Pavilion Master could be given to you..."

"Forget it. I don't have the ability to be a leader, but I do have the corresponding ambition. Otherwise, if you handed me the position of Sea God Pavilion Master today, the Shrek Empire would rise tomorrow."

After hearing this, Mu En nodded almost imperceptibly.

Over the past month, he had been observing Gu Chen.

His personality was very good. He was gentle toward his own people, but toward others... there seemed to be a natural arrogance.

Even toward him, it was the same.

Mu En had originally thought this was the pride of a powerful expert, but now it seemed that was not entirely the case.

It was the feeling of someone looking down at ants fighting, looking down at actors on a stage—there was