"Immovable King... I remember one of our Martial Soul Hall bishops seemed to have hunted him down before."
As Wang Zhao spoke, a glint of coldness flashed undisguisedly through his eyes.
"Your Excellency, this..."
At this, Flender grew anxious. He cast a worried glance at Zhao Wuji in the distance, then turned pleading eyes toward Wang Zhao.
"Forget it."
Wang Zhao thought for a moment and waved his hand.
"For the sake of Little Oscar's sausages, I won't do anything to this Zhao Wuji today. He'd better behave himself."
"Thank you. I thank Your Excellency on Old Zhao's behalf."
Hearing this, Flender hurriedly bowed again, inwardly letting out a sigh of relief.
"He's been very well-behaved at the academy lately. He's taken on the duty of teaching and nurturing students, and he won't go out causing trouble again."
"I hope so."
That was all Wang Zhao said. He took a bite of the sausage in his hand, and as he ate, he suddenly turned to Oscar and said seemingly casually, "By the way, Little Oscar, have you ever considered coming with me to Spirit City?"
"Ah?!"
Having followed Wang Zhao and Flender all the way and learned Wang Zhao's "identity" through their conversation, how could Oscar not realize that the Martial Soul Hall Holy Son had taken a liking to him? He was immediately flattered, but his gaze involuntarily turned hesitantly toward Flender.
After all, no matter what, he was a student of Shrek Academy. Although Flender had gone to great lengths to trick, coax, and lure him in back then, over the years Oscar had come to feel that Shrek Academy had treated him quite well. Their bond could be considered deep.
Now, the renowned Martial Soul Hall Holy Son, His Excellency Scourge of the Undead, had personally extended