"Old Cheng, I really envy you..."
Kong Deming sighed softly. He did not envy the prospect of a name immortalized in history. At his level, fame and reputation were no more than passing clouds. What he envied was that, as a titan of soul tool research, Old Cheng had personally developed such an epoch-making soul tool. That was the dream of every soul engineer devoted purely to research.
"You're pretty lucky too, getting to watch the Sun Moon Empire grow strong before you die. Keep living, old fellow. See a little more of how this world changes."
The two old men stood with their hands behind their backs, their eyes brimming with anticipation for the future.
Xu Cheng and the others stood behind them, smiles spreading across their faces.
"Xiao Hongchen, cross him out!"
Yan Shaozhe stared at his little notebook and crossed the first name off the list of exchange students from the Sun Moon Empire.
"Ji Juechen... a very pure sword cultivator. Perhaps he's worth a try..." He circled the second name, looking thoughtful.
Indeed, as dean of the Martial Soul Department, he too had decided to take revenge on the Sun Moon Empire.
Repaying blood with blood was a matter for tomorrow. For now, he had decided to try winning over the Sun Moon Empire's students.
Why should they be able to turn our students, but not us?
Our Shrek Academy has a long history and glorious achievements, with heaven-blessed geniuses emerging one after another. Throw in a few material incentives... He felt it might just work.
A few minutes later.
"Dean Yan."
Ji Juechen bowed slightly.
"Hehe, my young friend Ji, I feel as though we've been friends for years. We're both sword cultivators, so why don't we discuss sword practice more often from now