"Do you trust him that much?" Long Xiaoyao asked quietly as he supported Ye Xishui beside him.
Watching the hair of the woman he had loved most in his life gradually turn gray, when it had been glossy black only a short while ago, Long Xiaoyao fell into a daze. He seemed to recall the beautiful, spirited girl she had once been.
Back when they had traveled the continent.
Beside a campfire, beneath the veil of night.
That lively, happy girl, like a butterfly, who had cheered them on and encouraged them, becoming the driving force behind everything that followed.
"No matter what, the ending will be a good one."
"I can't stand Shrek Academy. As long as they can be destroyed, it makes no difference." Ye Xishui did not answer him directly, offering an ambiguous answer instead.
Long Xiaoyao grew even more bewildered.
The Ye Xishui he knew was not like this.
"Don't forget, I have another martial soul." Ye Xishui gazed down at the forest and the Evil Eye Tyrant standing in the distance like an overseer, then remarked softly, "I only hate Shrek Academy and everything on the Original Continent. You can see this as my revenge against them (with the Holy Spirit Cult under Xu Cheng's control, its power would grow dramatically, allowing it to unify the continent), or you can see it as the work of the kindness buried deep in my heart (under Xu Cheng, the Holy Spirit Cult treated ordinary commoners kindly)."
Long Xiaoyao suddenly froze.
That martial soul was a very distant memory, too.
Even after Ye Xishui had become the Holy Spirit Cult's true ruler, she had seemingly never revealed it lightly. This secret seemed to belong to the two of them alone.
Even Mu En knew nothing about it...
"So,