"Sect Master Zang Xin, sorry to bother you again."
At the Tang Sect headquarters in Shrek City, Qi Ji sat in Zang Xin's tea room, drinking tea with him.
The fragrance of tea filled the air, utterly at odds with the smell of gunpowder outside.
Holding his teacup, Qi Ji leaned back comfortably in his chair, as though enjoying an ordinary afternoon.
"According to what you all agreed on, today is the day, isn't it?" Zang Xin asked, his expression complicated.
The hand holding his teacup was steady, but an indescribable emotion churned in his narrowed eyes.
He had long known this day would come. From the moment Long Yeyue caused a scene at the investiture ceremony-or perhaps even earlier-he had known that Shrek's end would come sooner or later.
Yet when the day truly arrived, he still couldn't help feeling wistful.
Twenty thousand years of friendship, twenty thousand years of entanglement, would come to an end today.
"That's right... I'll go kill Yun Ming, then two Level-Twelve Soul Cannon Shells will come crashing down and blow Shrek City sky-high."
Qi Ji spoke casually, raising his teacup for a sip, his tone as flat as if he were commenting on the fine weather.
"You certainly make it sound casual..." Zang Xin couldn't help remarking.
Five years ago, Qi Ji had already been powerful, but his wings had yet to fully grow.
Back then, he had merely been a genius who needed the War God Temple's protection. He had even needed Chen Xinjie to step in and smooth things over with the Tang Sect before he could enter Dragon Valley.
Five years later, he had reached heights that even Zang Xin could only gaze up at.
Zang Xin was a Demigod-level Limit Douluo, a figure of standing across the entire Douluo