It didn't matter whom of Shreck Academy's teachers you asked, The Dean, their Housekeeper, even their cook; they were all rather proud and aloof people and shared quite a few simirities in Temper with Dai Mubai.

  Meaning it was rather terrible.

  "You..." Ye Zhi Qiu didn't even know what to say to that answer. Instead, he marched towards Zhao Wuji. His face was dark; he clearly didn't io leave the matter as it was. Zhao Wuji ignored him, iurning towards his students.

  "Seriously. It seems I o reeducate you. Not being able to take care of an old turtle by this point."

  Fatty is cious of the Old Turtle signed behind Zhao Wuji.

  "Ehhh, teacher...."

  Zhao Wuji snorted.

  "You all go back to sleep."

  Leaving it at those words and a st gre at whom he sidered a chief troublemaker, he turoward the Ye Zhi Qiu. Somewhat like swatting away a fly, he raised his right hand, striking towards Ye Zhi Qiu.

  Ye Zhi Qiu, who was already sheeting in anger, released the Bck Waters, freezing at full power,intense cold spreading towards Zhao Wuji. In his heart, he felt the words swell: Truly, no matter how much stronger you are, not even b to use spirit painst me, that is tant. Beh Zhao Wuji's sp, Ye Zhi Qiu flew backward, a wide crack appearing in his shell as he hit the ground,leaving behind a small crater.

  Zhao Wuji only gazed at the other side with pure disdain before he started Ushering the children into the hotel he had arranged for them. Internally musing. That, after all, beating up people with his bare hands still felt the best.

  He had watched the euation py out sihe beginning, suppressing the urge to interfere. He truly wao sp that arrogant teacher who thought he could mess with Shrek before his interference.

  "You all truly make me lose face." He grumbled. "ime, fight better."

  "How about ime, you don't just stand there?" Tang Yin asked him all, but those around her drew in a sharp breath and eyed her due to her boldness.

  "Why would I have been doing so? You should be able to hahat alone, " he retorted. He felt insulted by her words, but remembering who stood behind her and her brother, he didn't want to infuriate her too mubsp;

  Instead, he returo look at Ning Feng and Ning R.

  "Why didn't you two assist from the beginning, and you, Ning R, kept your spirit cealed?"

  "He didn't know about me being a member of Seven Treasures. Hitting him unaware is far more effective." R expined. "It was not the right moment to show all our support."

  Zhao Wuji nodded and then turo Ning Feng. "And why did you do the opposite?"

  "M-my duty is t-to protect t-those f-fighting with m-me to the b-best I-I . N-No matter t-the sequences." She said, her voice whispering as she expined her a.

  "I uand. But all of you remember, you fight as a union; you are all Shreks Monsters. You must aid and assist each other, do not fet your strategy when doing so but in case of emergency helping the other es first. You have good coordination, and some of you are better than others as you are more used to fighting with each other than others, but in the end, you belong to one pce. Fight together and do so well, and you will win against stronger spirit masters with ease."

  "Yes, Teacher Zhao." They answered in unison among the eyes of many admirers as they headed back to their hotel.

  Everyoo their rooms, and most also went to sleep. Tang Yin remained wide awake in her bed, though. Missing not only the feeling of Tang San being close instead of another room but also filled with tension and adrenaline. She tossed and turrying to fall asleep as her mind ran in circles. She got up and sighed.

  It was no use; she couldn't fall asleep. She might do something useful. She got up and took her drawing equipment. Opening the window, she stepped i before using her spirit ability to carry herself up to the roof. Settling on the roof, she stared into the moonlight's illuminated small vilge scape.

  This reminded her of the Vilge she had grown up in—Spirit Saint Vilge. When she closed her eyes, she missed the elder and teacher, Lee, and a few of the others she had grown up with there.

  Closing her eyes, she ehe cool air hitting her skin as she looked into the dazzling full moon. At that moment, her eyes turned from blue into molten silver, two moon-like glowing orbs as she stared into the sky and drew lines between the shining stars.

  She was truly alone for the first time in a long time. She stared at her hand and took off her glove, her cracked skin, the thin spider-like blue lines drawing cracks on her skin. She balled a fist and sighed. It was a stant; one day, it was better. One day, it was a worse struggle.

  It was to curse and to despair. But she wasn't allowed to have doubts; she had chosen this way, after all, screw the sequences.

  "You 't give up." She muttered to herself. "Don't ever dare give up, Tang Yin. Everything you have lost, you just o get back, and if necessary, yoing to cw your way back there."

  Little-Moon