"Huh?" Lu Yu was stunned. This old man had gone mad-he actually wanted to end his own ten-thousand-year winning streak!
"Did I hear you right, old man? Are you going senile because you're about to die?"
"Rest assured, I'm not senile yet. And isn't that way of addressing me a little too disrespectful to your elder?"
Mu En lightly tapped Lu Yu on the head. That little bit of horseplay made him feel quite a few years younger.
"I imagine you've noticed that I can no longer command Shrek's senior leadership."
"Those people are deeply prejudiced against Soul Tools. They believe the Soul Masters of the Douluo Continent can defeat Soul Engineers with their own strength alone."
"If these people keep interfering with Shrek Academy's development, the Soul Tool Department will never grow."
"So we need to make them commit a grave mistake, or realize that Soul Masters cannot do without Soul Tools."
"For instance, they could insist on not using Soul Tools and end up losing Shrek's ten-thousand-year glory."
Lu Yu understood what Mu En meant.
"Then your Shrek higher-ups will start passing the buck, and you'll be able to install people who are willing to develop the Soul Tool Department."
"Yes, that is precisely my aim. I'll also replace Yan Shaozhe, the one who's been targeting you..."
"Then I've absolutely got to help!"
At the thought of kicking Yan Shaozhe, who had withheld his reward, out of the Martial Soul Department's senior leadership, motivation surged through Lu Yu.
"Do you need me to provide information on Shrek's contestants for the next tournament?"
"You old geezer! That's the worst insult I've heard in the past six months!"
"Hahaha! All the better, then. A competition should be fair and square. There's no fun in cheating."
Mu En smiled and turned