The celebration in Star Luo Square was still going strong, while the victory banquet in the imperial palace had already been laid out. Countless nobles and dignitaries waited eagerly, hoping to witness the glory of the newly crowned champions.
Yet the Shrek team, the protagonists of it all, had quietly packed their bags and now stood outside Star Luo City's northern gate.
"Are we really not attending the banquet?" Wang Yan, the teacher leading the team, looked back at the brilliantly lit city with some regret. "His Majesty the Star Luo Emperor has prepared the highest level of hospitality..."
"Oh, Teacher Wang, those sorts of occasions are nothing but a bunch of old men flattering each other. Boring to death." Wang Dong carried a small bag on her back and waved dismissively. "With that time, I'd rather go back and play a few more games."
Xu Sanshi chuckled. "Exactly. Compared to the emperor's banquet, I'd rather hurry back and show the boss our trophy! This is the first championship we won using Origin Tactics!"
Huo Yuhao stood at the front of the group, touching the tactical earpiece beside his ear. His eyes gleamed with longing for home. "Let's go! Compared to this place, that's our real base."
Watching these children so eager to return, Wang Yan smiled helplessly. Ever since they had gone to that internet cafe, these little monsters had completely changed.
"Ahem. Since we've decided, then let's get moving." At that moment, a somewhat lazy yet incomparably authoritative voice rang out.
At the very back of the group stood another figure: Xuan Zi, holding a wine gourd in one hand, his body covered in grease stains.
"Hurry up! Stop dawdling!"
At the front of the team, Xuan Zi held a chicken drumstick in one hand and a wine