Yun Ming's face turned ashen.
He stared at that box...
He wanted nothing more than to smash it with a single punch.
But he knew he could not.
Unless...
He wanted to die.
"Let's go."
"To the storehouse."
The elders exchanged glances. Some shook their heads and sighed, some lowered their heads in silence, and some clenched their fists.
But none of them dared object.
Because they could not afford the cost of opposing him.
Thus, Yun Ming took the lead and flew toward Shrek Academy's storehouse.
His back stretched long in the morning light, carrying an indescribable desolation and sorrow.
Pan Wen followed at an unhurried pace.
The palm-sized silver box in his hand reflected a cold glint beneath the sunlight.
A moment later, Pan Wen departed.
The black aerial vehicle slowly drove away from the skies above Shrek Academy, growing smaller and smaller.
In the end, it vanished beyond the northwestern horizon.
The morning light remained bright, and the breeze continued to drift softly.
Yet the atmosphere in the open space before the Sea God Pavilion was as heavy as though a massive boulder weighed upon it.
Yun Ming and the Sea God Pavilion elders stood before the storehouse doors, staring at the empty warehouse with dazed expressions.
Since Shrek Academy had been founded, this was perhaps the first time its storehouse had ever been emptied so thoroughly.
The heavenly treasures passed down for twenty thousand years, the supplies accumulated bit by bit by generations of predecessors, the rare medicinal herbs collected from across the continent—
They were all gone.
Crate after crate had been packed by Pan Wen into that palm-sized silver box.
The storehouse was enormous.
Large enough to hold a small mountain.
The storehouse was empty.
So empty that even its echoes seemed lonely.