"I know you'll be shocked to hear this, but your worries are unnecessary. Our child's descendant earned his way into Shrek Academy through his own talent, and he even became Mu En's disciple."
"That's right. His name is Yan Shaozhe, and his martial soul is the Bright Phoenix. By generation, he would be your grandson. He's now the dean of Shrek Academy's Martial Soul Department."
Ye Xishui wiped away her tears, her smile growing gentler as she spoke.
"You... you... I..."
Long Xiaoyao grabbed Ye Xishui's shoulders, too overwhelmed to speak.
"That's right. We have a grandson. He's at Shrek Academy, and he's even a dean!"
Ye Xishui wrapped her arms around Long Xiaoyao's neck and spoke with a radiant smile.
Just then, an utterly cold voice suddenly rang out.
"Well, that's the story finished. Quite interesting, and quite melodramatic."
Qian Chongling stood expressionlessly in place, watching Long Xiaoyao and Ye Xishui. Not a ripple crossed his handsome face, as though he were merely watching a television drama.
At the sound of his voice, Ye Xishui's body stiffened slightly. Then she slowly turned to face Qian Chongling.
"Lord Deity, please forgive my impertinence!"
"Yan Shaozhe has done nothing outrageously wicked. He shouldn't die!"
Long Xiaoyao turned around and addressed Qian Chongling with a solemn expression.
Ye Xishui and Long Xiaoyao were both old souls. Whether they lived or died hardly mattered.
But Yan Shaozhe was his own grandson! How could he let him be killed without even knowing why?
Long Xiaoyao would certainly argue his case, even if his opponent was a deity.
"Heh. He shouldn't die?"
"As the dean of Shrek Academy's Martial Soul Department, that position alone is enough to send him to hell!"
Qian Chongling sneered, his face full of mockery, icy coldness surging through his deep,