The Spirit Pagoda Needs to Help Out

Yun Ming sat at the head of the round table, his white robe glowing softly in the lamplight. His hair was jet-black, his features handsome, and he looked only twenty-seven or twenty-eight, yet his eyes held a world-weariness and depth that far exceeded his age. His expression was calm, his gaze sweeping over the two people arguing without a word.

He was observing. He saw farther than they did.

Shrek Academy truly could not act openly.

The moment it did, the taut string in the hearts of Yu Guanzhi and Dong Zi'an, who were absolutely loyal to the Federation, would snap. If the Central Legion and Western Legion joined forces, Shrek Academy would suffer dearly as well.

Not to mention the Holy Spirit Cult lurking in the shadows. Those rats in the dark could pounce at any moment and take a bite.

He raised a hand and waved it lightly. The argument stopped, and everyone's eyes fell on him.

"Shrek Academy will be as it has always been. The rise and fall of mortal kingdoms and dynasties has nothing to do with us, but we cannot fail to watch."

His voice was not loud, and his tone was flat, but every word carried an unquestionable authority. His gaze swept around the round table and came to rest at the last seat, on a man of about thirty.

The man had a slender build and handsome looks, giving off a warm, sunny impression. He wore a pale cyan robe with no extra adornment, only a single leaf embroidered at the collar.

"Lan Muzi, make the trip."

Lan Muzi rose from his chair and bowed slightly. His movements were light and steady, making no sound at all.

"Remember, do not fight anyone. Maintain Shrek Academy's neutral position. As for those so-called decrees...