But Tang San could not do that. He still had to remain at level twenty-nine for a while, for the Eight Spider Lances he would obtain in the coming days.
As someone who had once reached the pinnacle, starting over again,
Tang San understood very clearly what he needed to do.
What mattered was not changing anything, but keeping the established course unchanged even while knowing the future.
Only then could he guarantee with absolute certainty that he would return to the pinnacle once more.
Sometimes, a single sentence different from before, or a different look in one's eyes, could lead to an entirely different outcome.
Besides, his previous life had gone smoothly, and there was nothing he needed to change.
While Tang San and Xiao Wu were talking, a conflict broke out at Shrek's entrance.
The old man sitting before the wooden table beneath the sign looked impatiently at the father and son who had come for the assessment.
Six Soul Rings rose beneath the old man's feet. A long staff engraved with dragon patterns appeared in his hand. As he planted the staff on the ground, the pressure of a Spirit Emperor made everyone present retreat a step, their expressions changing dramatically.
One white, one yellow, three purple, and one black.
Although it was not the optimal Soul Ring configuration, a Spirit Emperor was already considered an expert in Suotuo City.
"Shrek only accepts monsters, not ordinary people."
The old man then explained Shrek's standards to everyone and let them make their own choice.
After that farce, the long line of applicants instantly dwindled to only the few people Tang San remembered.
"Xiao Wu, let's go over."
Hearing Tang San's words, Xiao Wu nodded. The earlier commotion had clearly sparked some interest in this academy.
Tang San and