After saying this, Mu En turned to Yan Shaozhe again, his expression hostile.
"Are you unhappy because none of the Inner Court students died this time?"
"How impressive you are, Bright Phoenix Douluo. If you think defensive soul tools are useless, go tell that precious disciple of yours the same thing."
"If you can convince Xiaotao, who only escaped the jaws of death in that Corpse Explosion thanks to an Invincible Shield, to keep treating her life as worthless and going on missions without defensive soul tools, then I'll allow your Martial Soul Department to keep stubbornly doing whatever it pleases. How about that?"
Then Mu En placed the fingers of his left hand against his right palm and calculated for a while before continuing, "That lad Chen Ping also has quite a deep understanding of the counting rod method. I've learned his method for calculating the mortality rate of Inner Court students too."
"Shall I calculate Xiaotao's cumulative mortality rate over her next ten missions if she keeps following your Martial Soul Department's style and Shrek's traditions? Care to take that bet?"
"No, that's not... No need. I won't oppose it anymore. I won't."
Yan Shaozhe was so embarrassed that he wished he could dig out a three-bedroom apartment with his toes right then and move into it.
"If you insist on clinging to old conventions in your heart, then stop being dean."
"The Inner Court's Martial Soul Department must pay the Soul Tool Department for the soul tools it purchases, without falling behind on payments. As for those seven defensive soul tools that performed such a great service, compensate the Soul Tool Department at ten times their price."
Mu En shot Yan Shaozhe another fierce glare.
Seeing that Mu En was truly furious, Yan Shaozhe had to agree,