Hell Spirit Cat Was Not a Shadow
Early the next morning, Shrek Academy's training grounds became lively again.
But this time, it was not because of running.
It was because of group training.
Flender had originally intended to follow Shrek's own rules.
But since Spirit Hall's Golden Generation had come, there was no reason not to make use of free sparring partners.
The training grounds were soon divided into three sections.
Yan guided Ma Hongjun in controlling fire.
Hu Liena led Ning Rongrong in practicing battlefield observation.
Xie Yue stood before Zhu Zhuqing.
Zhu Zhuqing looked up at him, her expression as cold as ever.
Xie Yue held no Moon Blade in his hand.
He merely held a wooden saber.
"Your speed is very good."
Zhu Zhuqing said nothing.
Xie Yue continued.
"But you're too impatient."
Zhu Zhuqing's gaze sharpened slightly.
"Impatient?"
"Mm."
Xie Yue said, "Every time you strike, it feels like you're trying to prove something as quickly as possible."
Zhu Zhuqing's expression immediately turned several degrees colder.
Dai Mubai stood in the distance. Upon hearing those words, his body stiffened as well.
He knew why Zhu Zhuqing was impatient.
The Star Luo Empire's imperial family and the Zhu Family had never given anyone the chance to grow slowly.
To lose was to die.
To be weak was to be wrong.
The fact that Zhu Zhuqing had traveled all the way to Suotuo City meant she had already been forced into a position with no way out.
Xie Yue looked at Zhu Zhuqing, his tone still calm.
"For an agility-type Soul Master, faster isn't always better."
"Speed needs a purpose."
"Your attacks are too direct right now."
"They're enough against the weak, but against truly strong opponents, you'll be caught easily."
Zhu Zhuqing pressed her lips together.
She