Shrek Academy

Once she obtained this mark, she would be able to explore, to some extent, the power unique to the Deep Sea Demonic Whale King's lineage.

Of course, all of that was a matter for later.

What mattered most now was getting Lan Fozi to willingly give up everything, then go experience life in the human world.

As for whether that wisp of bloodline power would recover?

Ursula's smile turned a little eerie.

In theory, of course it would.

But only if it had enough time.

Ursula did not care about that. She only needed to ensure that she gained enough benefits without setting herself on fire.

More than half a month had passed since Tang San and Cinderella joined Shrek Academy.

Over those weeks, their initial shock and doubt had gradually given way to an almost numb resignation.

In the faint light of dawn, Tang San sat up on his crude plank bed.

Their so-called dormitory was actually an abandoned village farmhouse converted for their use.

The walls were made of rammed earth, with straw haphazardly stuffed into the cracks. The thatch on the roof rustled in the night breeze, occasionally shedding fine dust.

Aside from two plank beds and a battered table, the room held nothing else.

The window was covered with oiled paper, long since yellowed and torn. Morning light squeezed through the gaps, casting mottled patterns across the uneven floor.

The faint sounds of Cinderella getting up came from next door.

Tang San pushed open the creaking door and saw his sister standing beside the courtyard well, drawing water to wash. Her long golden hair shone softly in the morning light, her movements graceful and unhurried, utterly out of place in these dilapidated surroundings.

"Morning, Sis." Tang San walked over and took the bucket from her.