Shortly before El and the other two entered the Sea God Pavilion...
"I really never thought I'd see the day."
Inside the Sea God Pavilion, Qian Duoduo sat in his assigned seat and sighed.
"To think a first-year freshman would one day be allowed to sit in on a Sea God Pavilion meeting."
"That's unprecedented."
Back in their day, when had they first entered the Sea God Pavilion?
When they had five rings, or six?
"With that child's talent and background, he's qualified."
In the chair to his left, Soul Tool Department Dean Xian Lin'er gave a soft huff.
Besides, this was Mu En's decision.
"Rather than marveling at the waves coming up behind us, we should think about who'll get the vacant slot next year after Dai Yueheng leaves the academy."
Of course, although Xian Lin'er sounded as if she wanted to fight for the Soul Tool Department, everyone knew she was only saying it for the sake of saying it.
That slot in the Soul Fighting Tournament would definitely go to the Martial Soul Department.
In fact, if Mu En hadn't mandated that every generation of the Shrek Seven Monsters include at least one Soul Tool Department student, their students wouldn't even have made the cut.
"I think that slot should go to 'me.'"
The instant Xian Lin'er finished speaking, an unfamiliar voice rang out in the Sea God Pavilion, smoothly picking up where she had left off.
"Who?!"
As the voice sounded, everyone present blurred into shadows and sprang to their feet.
The elders seated here had been colleagues in the Sea God Pavilion for decades, and some had even known one another for over a century.
They remembered every person's voice perfectly.
And the voice that had just spoken clearly belonged to a stranger!
In fact,