"Where is Xuan Zi? Why isn't he here yet?"
Mu En's voice grew anxious despite himself.
Before he died, he intended to forcibly transfer his power to Xuan Zi, helping him force his way into the ranks of Limit Douluos. Though his combat strength would fall short of an ordinary Limit Douluo's, he would still belong to that tier.
Only with a Limit Douluo overseeing Shrek Academy could he rest easy.
"Teacher, I'll go get him." Yan Shaozhe hurriedly rose and headed toward the pavilion where Xuan Zi was cultivating in seclusion, a trace of anger surfacing on his face.
Mu En was about to depart this world. Even Xian Lin'er, who had been preparing to break through to Super Douluo, had ended her seclusion early just to see her teacher off.
Yet Xuan Zi, who had received so much care from Mu En, was still in seclusion. He truly had no sense of what mattered.
"Xuan Zi, please end your seclusion early. Mu En is near his end." Elder Lin called softly outside the meditation chamber, afraid of disturbing him.
"..."
There was no response from within.
Inside the pavilion's meditation chamber, Xuan Zi sat cross-legged on a cushion, his eyes tightly shut and his brows deeply furrowed, his mind in turmoil.
He never heard Elder Lin's soft calls from outside.
Xuan Zi was anxious, agitated, desperate to seize that fleeting opportunity for a breakthrough once more.
But the more anxious he became, the easier it was to make a mistake.
A fire had already been smoldering in Xuan Zi's heart. Driven by his emotions, it suddenly flared up and infected his martial soul.
The taotie bloodline contained within his godly taotie bull martial soul manifested of its own accord.
"This is bad..."
Xuan Zi's expression abruptly changed.