"Ah, ah, ah, I know, I know! I didn't know anything about this either..."
A compact sound-transmitting Soul Tool sat on an exquisite red sandalwood desk, while Xuan Zi sat in a chair with his hand pressed miserably to his forehead, casting a resentful look at Yan Shaozhe beside him.
"I XXXXXXXXXX! You XXX at Shrek Academy! I XXXXXXXXXX! You XXXXXXXXXX!"
Du Busi's furious roar came through the sound-transmitting Soul Tool. Clearly, the Body Sect's sect master was too enraged to bother with refinement or courtesy, and proceeded to offer a string of heartfelt greetings to eighteen generations of Xuan Zi's ancestors.
"You actually tried to poach my successor and have him join the Inner Academy directly? How can you people at Shrek Academy be so shameless? I really XXXXXXXXXX! Xuan Zi, you XXXXXXXXXX! I XXXXXXXXXX!"
"Come on, you old venomous bastard, that's enough. I really didn't know about this! I know Yan Shaozhe didn't think this through, but..." Xuan Zi said helplessly.
He felt as though he had been plagued by bad luck lately. Last time, he had been eating a chicken leg and drinking wine when Du Busi suddenly gave him a beating.
This time, he was even more innocent. He had been eating hot pot and singing in his office when Yan Shaozhe suddenly came in with a sound-transmitting Soul Tool and interrupted him.
Then he had been forced to listen as Du Busi used some decidedly unpleasant language to describe repeated exchanges of bodily fluids with eighteen generations of Xuan Zi's ancestors.
"But you XXXXX! Xuan Zi, listen carefully. This is the first time, and out of respect for Mu En, I won't settle accounts with Shrek. But if Shrek dares make another move on Yuhao, I'll detonate my Soul Core right in the center of