The next morning, golden sunlight spilled across the earth without reserve.
The outlines of the military camp stretched long, casting vast ink-dark shadows that created a strange sense of division against the bright daylight.
Tang San sat at the head of the table, a trace of imperceptible scrutiny hidden deep in his eyes.
Xiao Wu nestled against his side, both hands wrapped around his arm, looking exceptionally intimate.
Shrek Academy's headmaster and vice-headmaster, Flender and Zhao Wuji, sat on either side.
Flender stroked the short beard on his chin, his eyes occasionally gazing into the distance. He had clearly been waiting for quite some time.
Zhao Wuji, meanwhile, leaned back in his chair, his rugged face full of impatience.
The other five Shrek Devils took their seats in turn.
Ning Rongrong sat at the very edge, idly playing with the jade pendant at her waist.
As for that old father whose hair had turned white overnight, and the Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo who had died without intact corpses?
They were merely insignificant things of the past. She was now one of Shrek's people, a core member of the continent's number one academy.
Those departed relatives had long become dispensable decorations.
"What the hell are the people from Three Elements Academy doing? They said we were here to discuss matters, so why are they still dragging their feet after all this time?"
Flender finally could not restrain himself, his tone filled with impatience.
"Hmph, if Shrek hadn't been willing to take them in, Spirit Hall would have ground them into dust long ago!
Letting them attach themselves to us is already an act of great mercy. How dare they put on airs?"
Zhao Wuji's coarse voice rang through the military tent.
"Teacher Zhao, mind your words."
"They are Shrek's affiliates