"Ye Qing, aren't you being... a little too harsh on them?" Mu En could not hold back in the end and tried to plead for leniency.
After all, he had protected Shrek for nearly two hundred years. He truly could not bear to watch ten-thousand-year-old Shrek fall into decline like this.
"Too harsh? Heh, Teacher, it was precisely because you were too gentle with them that Shrek became so arrogant, overbearing, and insufferably conceited." Ye Qing smiled indifferently. "As I just said, you know and understand what Shrek is like better than I do."
"So, Teacher, you should understand that Shrek's unchecked dominance does the Douluo Continent no good. What I said earlier was merely a statement of fact. Shrek is a cancer, through and through."
"I understand all of that. I tried to change them, too." Mu En's voice was low.
"But you failed." Ye Qing remained expressionless. "Do you really think I don't know whose hands that Eight-Petal Immortal Orchid ended up in? Do you think I didn't know that once I brought it out, there was practically no hope of getting it back?"
"I knew all of it. I may not understand them as well as you do, but they're all the same. There's no difference, and I don't care. At the end of the day, it was only an immortal herb. It doesn't matter to me."
Mu En opened his mouth.
Ye Qing turned back, a meaningful smile appearing on his indifferent face.
"Teacher, don't forget what relationship the Tang Sect and Shrek had ten thousand years ago, how Shrek regarded the Tang Sect, or what it did when the Tang Sect declined. Shrek is merely the next Tang Sect."
"The long river of time rolls onward. Nothing lasts forever. That goes for the Tang Sect,