As calm as a deep pool.
Mu En suddenly thought of someone.
Someone who had been dead for a long time.
That person had possessed the same eyes—golden, calm, unfathomably deep.
That person, the Pope of Spirit Hall ten thousand years ago, the inheritor of the Six-Winged Angel.
"Qian Daoliu... Qian Xunji..." Mu En murmured. "What exactly is the connection between you two?"
No one answered him.
Outside the window, the night wind swept past, sending ripples across Sea God Lake and kneading Moon's Reflection into fragments upon the water.
One by one, the lights of Shrek City went out, and the ancient city of ten thousand years sank into deep slumber beneath the night.
But Mu En knew that, from this day onward, Shrek would never again be the Shrek it once was.
The night had deepened, yet the lights of Sea God Pavilion remained lit.
Mu En sat in his grand chair, clutching the unsigned agreement. His cloudy old eyes stared at the words on the paper as though he wished to carve every character into his heart.
Outside, Sea God Lake shimmered under the moonlight, reflecting both the bright moon in the sky and the weighty past of this ten-thousand-year-old academy.
"Elder Mu, it is late. You should rest." Yan Shaozhe pushed open the door and spoke softly.
Mu En did not look up. "Shaozhe, come here."
Yan Shaozhe walked to his side and stood with his hands at his sides.
"Look at this agreement." Mu En handed it to him. "Martial Soul Academy and Shrek Academy shall not invade or interfere with one another.
"Martial Soul Academy may not recruit Shrek students, and Shrek will not interfere in Martial Soul Academy's affairs.
"Do you think this agreement is fair?"
Yan Shaozhe accepted the agreement and read