The mournful melody was unlike the one before, and everyone present wept upon hearing it again. Xuan Zi, too, was overcome with emotion for a long while before finally calming his heavy heart.
"Alright, I understand your good intentions. Since Xiaotao has been doing well with you, her teacher and I can rest easy. As for Shrek's affairs, Shrek people must ultimately make their own decisions. Others have no right to comment on them. Leave. I'll pretend you were never here."
Xuan Zi had ultimately wised up. No matter how moving or eloquent Long Wushang's words were, he remained unmoved.
He had always adhered to one principle: Shrek must remain independent and self-governing.
Damn it, this old bastard!
Long Wushang cursed inwardly. After making him cry, the old man was now telling him to leave. If he left now, wouldn't all that crying have been for nothing? He had put so much feeling into it.
Still, Xuan Zi's unyielding attitude made Long Wushang realize something. Xuan Zi was not as easy to deal with as he had imagined, nor would he be swayed by so-called verbal promises.
If he wanted to get a hold on him, he would have to use the most direct and decisive methods.
Long Wushang picked up the fine liquor he had brought, made from industrial alcohol diluted on the steps, and placed it before Xuan Zi once more.
"Elder Xuan, after saying so much, I'm a little tired too." Long Wushang lightly rubbed his brow as the smile on his face gradually faded.
"Let's stop beating around the bush and speak frankly."
Xuan Zi said nothing. He merely watched him quietly, seemingly wanting to hear exactly what Long Wushang had to say.
As though he had not noticed Xuan Zi's gaze, Long Wushang continued, "You