"Please forgive me, Master. Within the Shrek Academy, there is at least one Soul Sage and several Soul Emperor-level powerhouses. I am incompetent and unable to infiltrate for reconnaissance. However, I have already delivered the letter you entrusted to me to a teacher of the Shrek Academy, and it will definitely fall into the hands of their principal."

  The middle-aged man's face revealed a hint of a smile, "Flanders, Flanders, you're indeed an idealistic person. I'm looking forward to seeing what kind of person my daughter will become under your guidance. Perhaps, only by leaving home will that little witch behave herself." Alright, you can go now.

  "Yes, sir." The young man quickly backed away and left.

  A loud and powerful voice echoed in the hall, seemingly coming from all directions, causing the hall to reverberate with a rustling sound. "Feng Zhi, are you so at ease letting Rong Rong be alone outside? Can what that Shrek Academy teaches really be better than what we teach? No way, I'll go bring Rong Rong back. I'm not at peace with her being outside."

  As the sound appeared, an old man with white hair and beard but a face as delicate as a baby's walked out from the back hall and sat down in a chair next to Ning Fengzhi.

  Ning Feng's face revealed a helpless expression, "Sword Uncle, for your and Dragon Uncle's sake, I also cannot let this girl stay in the sect anymore. You two have spoiled her too much, this girl has become unmanageable at home. Letting her go outside to receive some education may bring about some changes."

  Jian Shu discontentedly said: "Who says we've spoiled Rong Rong? You only see her playful side, but not her well-behaved side. Your sons are many, but you only have one daughter. You really can bear to part with her."

  Ning Feng said resolutely, "Sword Uncle, no matter what this time, I won't go find her, and neither can you or Dragon Uncle. You don't need to worry about Rongrong's safety at all. The principal of that Shrek Academy is the first sharp point of the Golden Iron Triangle back then. He definitely recognizes our Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Clan's martial soul. With his protection, Rongrong will be fine."

  Jian Shu angrily hummed a sound, "Rong Rong has something to ask me. My body feels a bit tight, I'll go find Lao Gu Long to loosen up my muscles."

  Not to mention in the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, even on the entire Douluo Continent, there are not many people who dare to speak to Ning Feng like this. The old man in front of him is obviously one of them. Although Ning Feng's appearance seems to be over 40 years old, his actual age has long exceeded 60 years old. Ning Rongrong is his youngest child and also his only daughter.

  ……

  Night fell, and Slughorn, the Head of Slytherin House, was standing on the grounds, looking at all seven students in front of him.

  Dai Mubai, Tang San, Xiao Wu, Ma Hongjun and Zhu Zhuqing, with an icy but neat face, were all ready for tonight's class, each one spirited.

  However, Flanders' attention was not on them but on two other students instead.

  "Oscar, you've run twenty laps?" Frande's gaze was sharp and made people dare not meet his eyes.

  For some reason, today Tang San did not see any other teachers from the academy appear, including Zhao Wuji. It seemed as if there were only the seven students and this principal in the entire academy.

  Oscar coughed and nodded, saying: "Principal, I've finished running."

  Flanders snorted, "I'm asking you two, not just you."

  Oscar turned his head to look at Ning Rongrong, who was also looking at him, with a pair of beautiful big eyes full of innocent expression.

  Oscar clenched his teeth and nodded, saying: "Yes, we've all finished running."

  Flanders smiled, and if Tang San were to evaluate his smile, then the two words "insidious" would be most fitting.

  "Alright Oscar, didn't think you had such a friendly spirit. Come over here." Flanders pointed to the spot in front of him.

  Oscar's face revealed a hint of bitter smile, but he didn't look at Ning Rongrong again. He took big strides to stand in front of Flender.

  Flanders slowly raised his right hand and gently patted Oscar's shoulder. "I appreciate your friendly spirit, so go run twenty more laps and let me see how deep your friendship is. If you don't finish, you won't eat. I've sealed your soul power, don't try to undo it. Go."

  Oscar didn't say anything, he just nodded silently and turned around to run outside.

  Flanders' gaze turned to Dai Mubai, Tang San and the others, "Don't you understand why I'm doing this? Why I let him keep running?"

  Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun were very familiar with Flender's temper, so they didn't make a sound. Zhu Zhuqing was naturally cold and just looked at him faintly. But Tang San and Xiao Wu subconsciously nodded their heads. They really didn't understand why Flender wanted to do this.

  Flanders still had that somewhat chilling smile on his face, "Because he lied. Although he may have lied for friendship or other reasons, it's still a lie. You're all still kids, and lying is the worst trait. I hope you understand."

  As he spoke, his gaze shifted from Tang San and the others to Ning Rongrong, who had an innocent look on her face, looking pitifully lovely. "Tell me, have you completed the lesson I assigned this morning?"

  Ning Rongrong shook her head honestly and said: "I don't have it. The distance is too long, I'm hungry, and I won't be able to hold on."

  Flanders smiled slightly and said, "So you went to Soto City alone, had a big meal, strolled around the commercial street in Soto City, and just came back to find Oscar, right?"

  Ning Rong's beautiful eyes widened, "You're monitoring me?"

  Flander's face suddenly turned cold, "As the principal, I am responsible for every student in this college. If Oscar lied to you because he couldn't bear to see you punished, that's understandable. But your mistakes are unforgivable. Leaving the college without permission, not following the college's arrangements, and letting your senior lie for you. Any one of these is not a mistake an excellent soul master should make. If this were on the battlefield, there would only be one outcome: court-martial, death."