Jingyang Mountain Range? The Taste of Dad and Mom!

"Ahem. Shaozhe, arrange surprise exams for both the Inner Academy and the Outer Academy. The winners may choose Soul Bones from the treasury!"

Mu En pushed down his tangled emotions, and his gaze sharpened again.

With both Long Xiaoyao and Xi Shui in the Sun Moon Empire, the other side had two Limit Douluos. That put them at a grave disadvantage.

The urgent task was to use the time bought by the Body Sect's devastating blow to Virtue Hall to train the academy's next generation.

"Yes, Teacher!"

Yan Shaozhe cupped his fists. Then he hesitated for a moment before looking up and asking Mu En tentatively,

"Teacher, should we suspend the exchange with Sun Moon Royal Academy...?"

Worry tinged his voice. He disliked his junior fellow disciple competing with him for the pavilion master's seat, but he did not want him dead.

Xian Lin'er and others were with the exchange team, all elites among Shrek Academy's elites. If anything happened to them, the loss would be no less severe than losing Xuan Zi.

"Continue it! Virtue Hall has suffered a devastating blow. For the next two years, the Sun Moon Empire will be more inclined to ease relations with us."

Mu En shook his head. His expression then turned solemn as he gazed toward the Sun Moon Empire, a trace of conflicted emotion in his eyes.

"I'll go to the Sun Moon Empire myself."

"Pavilion Master!"

The elders were stunned. Before they could object, Mu En cut them off.

"Don't worry! This old man won't die!"

Mu En stroked his beard confidently. There was no fear in his eyes, only a faint smile.

The three of them were brothers who had slept in the same bed. Even though he and Xiaoyao had once come to blows over Xi Shui, that