"Elder Bai, you have to uphold justice! I've poured half my life's blood and sweat into this Beast Arena. Its annual losses run to at least twenty or thirty million Gold Soul Coins. Now that the higher-ups have slashed our funding, am I supposed to cover the rest out of my own pocket?"
Elder Gong was seething.
He had woken up to find Shrek turned upside down.
The dean had resigned, funding had been cut in half, and even this year's recruits fell far short of those joining the Soul Tool Department. All the geniuses had been snatched away. Their Martial Soul Department simply couldn't compete...
The Soul Tool Department, once no better than a stray by the roadside, was actually going to turn things around and become the fucking master?!!
What gave them the right?
The Martial Soul Department had upheld Shrek's glory for ten thousand years. Sure, it cost a fortune, but hadn't they been number one for all ten thousand of those years?
Even if the other imperial powers received the same funding, could they train a team that took first place even once?
Now they were being kicked aside just like that. As the man in charge of the Beast Arena, he absolutely refused to accept it.
"Ahem, Gong, this was a joint decision by the elders of the Sea God Pavilion. There's nothing I can do either..." The white-haired elder shook his head helplessly.
He already had one foot in the grave, yet Song Yunzhi had forcibly dragged him back to oversee the Martial Soul Department. The department as it used to be would have been fine, but this mess was practically rotting now. Clearly, he had been hauled in to take the blame.
If not for what had happened in his youth... ah, what