At the same time, Mu En summoned Xia Ming alone to the Sea God Pavilion.
"Your strength is already sufficient for you to succeed as Pavilion Master."
Mu En's voice was as gentle as melting snow in early spring, yet it carried unquestionable weight.
"In two days, we will formally designate you as the next Pavilion Master."
Xia Ming was slightly stunned.
Although he had anticipated it, hearing Mu En say it personally still felt like a stone thrown into the lake of his heart, sending ripples spreading outward.
There had originally been no need to rush. Mu En sighed soundlessly to himself.
Yet the image of the boy killing Zhongli Wu with a single claw in the battle at the Ming Capital still replayed repeatedly in his mind.
Although Zhongli Wu had been severely wounded by him, killing him completely required not only an opportunity, but overwhelming combat power.
Yet Xia Ming had accomplished something that the vast majority of Super Douluo could never achieve.
"Isn't this too soon?" Xia Ming's voice sounded especially clear within the silent pavilion.
He raised his head, his gaze calm and open.
"I'm only eight and a half years old. If I'm designated as the next Pavilion Master now, I'm afraid many of the elders in the pavilion, as well as people within and beyond the academy, will object."
The position of Sea God Pavilion Master affected the entire structure of Shrek, and even the Douluo Continent.
An eight-year-old successor? That was enough to make countless factions speculate in secret and stir undercurrents among the academy's internal groups.
Mu En merely smiled, carrying an unshakable resolve.
"That is why you need to make everyone shut up," he said slowly. "In three days, you will fight Xuan Zi. There is no need to risk