At that moment, the Eastsea Grand Competition had just ended.
Xie An, Wu Zhangkong, and Mu Ye of the Body Sect were
leading the students in a celebratory banquet.
"Come, Brother Mu Ye, let me raise a glass to you."
Xie An said, holding up a cup of wine to Mu Ye.
Mu Ye was in high spirits today and drinking with abandon.
"Temple Master, I-I'd like to raise a glass to you, too."
Mu Ye downed his drink first.
He hadn't used his Soul Power to dispel the alcohol, and his face was flushed as he spoke.
"Temple Master, honestly, today I finally got to let off some steam."
"Shrek can actually lose for once!"
"I'm really so grateful to you."
"Three years ago, you insisted on keeping me here, and I wasn't willing. Now, I can't thank you enough!"
Seeing Mu Ye looking a little drunk, Xie An felt a pang of emotion.
He understood how Mu Ye felt.
Ten thousand years ago, the Body Sect had been on equal footing with Shrek.
With the help of Golden Grade Martial Soul Awakening, they had even sometimes had the upper hand.
Now, ten thousand years had passed. Shrek was still flourishing, while the Body Sect had dwindled to just two lost souls.
Shrek's name was like an insurmountable mountain looming over everyone, especially high-level Soul Masters, leaving them unable to breathe.
"All right, at least the outcome was good. There's no need to dwell on the past."
"Come, drink up and eat your fill."
As he spoke, Xie An topped up Mu Ye's cup.
"Right, right! Let's drink!"
Mu Ye replied, his words a little slurred.
Xie An turned his gaze toward the youngsters at another table.
Long Yue was competing with several boys to see who could drink