"Teacher, this was only an accident. It doesn't prove anything."
Yan Shaozhe's face went pale, then red, but he still quietly defended himself.
"Bullshit!"
"Cough, cough!"
A flush crossed Mu En's face at those words, followed by a violent fit of coughing. He had clearly been angered beyond measure.
"Teacher, please take care of yourself!"
Xian Lin'er, seated opposite Yan Shaozhe, immediately rose and hurried to Mu En's side. She gently patted his back, trying to help him catch his breath.
"Elder Mu—Teacher, please take care of yourself."
Seeing Mu En cough until he could barely breathe, Elder Su and the others hurriedly stood as well, their faces filled with concern.
Mu En was the pillar holding up Shrek Academy, a load-bearing beam of purple gold. Nothing could happen to him!
After a long while, Mu En finally stopped coughing, and the flush on his face faded into an ashen pallor.
All these years, the Dragon Pill within his body had tortured him without cease, reducing him to this half-dead state.
With a long sigh, Mu En wearily waved his hand, disappointment showing in his eyes.
"Over the years, how many Inner Court disciples from our Shrek Inspectorate have suffered such accidents while fighting Evil Spirit Masters?"
"Today's matter is only being discussed by Sea God Pavilion because too many Inner Court disciples died or were injured, and their deaths were too tragic."
As he spoke, the gloom on Mu En's face deepened.
"Accidents are not frightening. They can also be prevented."
"But all of you cling to Shrek Academy's ten-thousand-year glory and refuse to change, completely disregarding—perhaps even deliberately ignoring—the development and advancement of Soul Tools!"
"Think about how the Tang Sect declined. Can't you see what is happening right before your eyes?"
Mu En slapped the table again,